Mother Love

My personal favourite She ran; madly she ran, asking for mustard seeds, only some, a little, a handful of mustard seeds to cure her son. She ran; madly she ran from one house to another, where none had ever died, asking for mustard seeds, from a family of immortals. “She is mad; her endeavor is mad; it's as futile as that mother squirrel's act,” onlookers thought; none spoke, but she ran; madly she ran. She started at dawn when dew was glistening, and bubbles were dancing to the tune of kerosene lamps. She ran; madly she ran, passing the dying buds and roses, burnt by the scorching sun, but still she ran; madly she ran. She ran; madly she ran, with no food, with no drink, with disheveled hair, loosened clothes, while tears of blood were pouring from her aching, motherly breasts. She ran; still she ran, madly she ran. “Sister, your run is mad; we are mortals but not immortals,” they said, but she ran; madly she ran. She ran; faster she ran; madly she ran, until the sun died, the life giver and killer died, and till houses and trees wore black veils to mourn for his death, she ran, madly she ran. Suddenly, her tears stopped; she stopped, but with her son — the lifeless flower, still in her arms. 2nd place in the following Premiere Contest (judged on Oct. 18, 2021). Contest: YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest Contest sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS A 1st Place in the following contest (judged on May 23, 20210 Originally posted on Jan. 16, 2017 Most Original Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Juliet Ligon *Honourable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 25, 2020) April 9, 2018 COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (32)any form any theme Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand *7th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 22, 2020) April 9, 2018 old poems, FREE VERSE (003) Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A ~9th Place~ Premiere Contest: Non-Romantic Love Sponsor: Emile Pinet Judged: 04/11/2018 April 9, 2018