the embrace that once held me when I cried
the one who knew just what to do
and fixed all my problems with a sigh
she once held my hand
and guided me down the road
a touch of wisdom, a bit of sass
as she helped me with my load
this world can be a heavy burden
one far too large to bear
but i always knew that there'd be one
always standing there
where is my Earth Mother now?
it's been years since she's been seen
perhaps she's sold her Nike's
to get just a bit more green
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Day two of Mother Earth Week brings us another poem, this time not my grandmother's words but my own. A bit darker. A bit sadder. A bit more lost. But that is Life, isn't it?
This poem is, I suppose, a sequel to the one my grandmother wrote. Many of my Gramma Aw's poems have a quirky loneliness to them. But that doesn't make me feel surprised or sad because sometimes I feel that way too. Quirky and lonely. I think dreamers, artists, poets, and wanderers are all quirky and lonely so we use our words and imagination to help bring others into our loneliness. We live in another world and we want to share it, even if some might find it slightly skewed.
a.r.w.
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