"My Sweet Mother"
She counts the steps
of the moon and listens
to my breath as I
in pleasure mourn
She lends a shoulder
to stand
in order to pluck
my destination from the strand
She bellows assurance
into my ears
telling me,
she's always here
She weds,
my fears with tears
building my dreams
devoid of wears
She sells her wrapper
for love and funds
that I may like,
the rich have fun
She defies the scorching
of the sun
in order
to make her boy
worth counting a son
She blends
with the hard bend
in order to keep me
with the trend
She rises at dawn
and walks
my work
till the day's done
She breathes my living and delights at my inking
She's my sweet-mother
who bears my pain
in her womb
of warm
She's always within range
thus,
like change,
I strive not to disappoint.