Soul Womb / the Guf

Not remembering you in joy how had this come to be? No memories of you content, no happiness to see. No happiness for your whole life though plenty filled your plate. Bards filled your mind at early age with beauty on the page. The home you had was pin cushion small pincushion small, it pricked with a violent soul rent from the Guf raw poverty , rent and licked. While violets held the windowsills and mother’s soul was sweet denial visited much too oft father’s drunken anger did compete Longfellow laced your nascent mind The Children’s Hour your treat. You escaped to Edgar’s house The Raven at your feet. You read to me from Golden Books of Joseph’s many colored coat. Mother goose set the dreamscape as Nod rowed by in boats. I know this must have happened oft yet no memory do I retain. Just the lilt of longing reciting of others happiness on the page. May the Guf be kind to you and return you full of joy. May the sparrow find for you a kinder living story.