Queen of Egypt
From a flowing brook,
with soft blades of grass.
I see an unfamiliar mass.
I look deeper in the cass.
It appears to be my task.
To awaken this tiny past.
What is it that floats
up from the glass?
I see it now a tiny little mass.
It is an infant grasp.
Now and forever I hold
this tiny mass.
For my soul does feel
this solid past,
while I hold this tiny little mass.
Feeling well within my arms,
as I sway from swing to swing.
It is my soft blade of grass,
that holds this tiny little mass.
And sing and sing my love for thee.
Your smiling face winks back at me.
I am the Queen who pulled you
from the brook,
And named you Moses.
An everlasting blade of grass,
I'll be your mother until time
pass.
And you my son will be
the King of Egypt for me.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2016
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