The Mother Who Flew Away
When the mother flew away
Her children ran all over the forest
Searching after her, barefeet
Until they turned it red
With bleeding feet and hearts
The moon rose to soothe
Humming and hemming
The tide of their sorrow
Trailing feather fingers
In her black hair of night
Morning brought caked tears
Bitter breakfast and the torn
Leaves, the hope of the children
Giving way down the river
Carrying their wails
Over and mountains away
The souls' sinews stretched
Trusting and failing, they
Turned gossamer webs
Across the world
Where the mother had flown
Away and toward, Around back,
Through the seasons: Until the world
Was wrapped with her soul, a gift for
Her children--her immortal love never lost.
Copyright © Misheel Chuluun | Year Posted 2009
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