Name

I am growing to be humble And it’s a downward journey An act of submission No wonder that prayer feels so right on your knees I’m going inward And it’s not me that I find Instead I hear my grandmother And if I listen deeper still I can hear the first mother Singing to her womb Humbled by the gravity of what is growing Inside And when I hear her lullaby, calm and sweet My entire being is hushed Her voice resonates, caressing my spirit, leaving nothing Untouched I struggle to hear what she’s saying As the world rushes by me Then I realize It’s only my name