Friday, July 29, 2011
Gentle is the morning gathering wood
and sweet the grass on the hill songs
and laughter from the babies, giggles from the girls
we are fierce in our loving, tender in our ways
and we live to fight for the children.
She takes on her back the weight of the world
takes to her heart the elders needs cooking
and caring, lifting and mending
praying through the day praying through the night.
We are mother bears when our child is sick
troubled or tortured, we would argue
with God, Jesus and school authorities
to relieve the demons of our child's strife.
We are not assertive and never alone
carrying our responsibilities like a daily blessing
a gift from the Creator, a sign of our belonging
our burden, our gifts one and the same.
We are fiercely faithful, constant and strong
sitting in kitchens and at desks laughing
with the little ones, stirring the stew,
airing the bedding, planting and replanting
helping God to make all things new.