Flowers for all Mothers


The Mother of us all comes, lovely Spring,
To fill the house with color, asserting
Each year again the beauty of this world
In every open flower, in leaves still curled.
And yet She weeps to see her children kill
Each other for no reason–no good will
Can build but hate-filled ignorance must grow, too,
We weep with Her, but what more can we do?
The child of my own child is nowhere near
That I can touch his face to still this fear;
But other mothers feel it every day
Still seeking life and love, each in her way:
So we pray, light our candles, burn our sage
Against the stupid hatred in THIS age.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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