Saturday, July 19

The Mother's Heart

We move through a world in endless labor,
The pains of birth formidable.
Mortality’s our constant neighbor—
The mother’s heart comprehends.

A delicate disconnect pries at our days.
Implausible woe is commonplace.
All dance the harrowing ballet—
The mother’s heart comprehends.

Putative virtue alleviates fears:
Their children—our children—my child—myself.
Sight so unsighted, we persevere—
The mother’s heart comprehends.

The floods of this earth do rival the fire;
A blessing, our time is ephemeral.
Each man, a babe once, sinless sire—
The mother’s heart comprehends. 

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