MY MOTHER

MY MOTHER


MY MOTHER IS LIKE THE EARTH
LIKE GOOD RICH EARTH
WITH THE THRILL OF SPRING SHE BORE ME
HER SECRET
HOARDED THOUGH THE WINTER OF SLEEP AND GROWTH
TILL CALLED OUT BY SUN AND TIME
SHE THRUST ME FORTH
NOURISHED BY ALL THE GOODNESS WITHIN HER
AND THROUGH ALL MY DAYS OF GROWTH
SHE EMPTIED HERSELF INTO ME
SOMEDAY
I SHALL GO BACK TO THE GREAT MOTHER
SOMEDAY LIKE A LEAF I SHALL SETTLE BACK
BUT IF IN THE BRIEF TIME MY SPAN SHALL RUN
I DO ANYTHING WELL
IT WILL BE FROM THE GOODNESS AND RICHNESS SHE GAVE ME
FROM WAKING SPRING TO NODDING FALL
TILL SNOW COMES
AND QUIET OVER ALL



Frank a vollmer