when you fell
from
from
your mother
you were the apple
of her eye
such a dear
beloved
you were the apple
of her eye
such a dear
beloved
little babe
black thorns twisting
in your cry
and squirming
black thorns twisting
in your cry
and squirming
fertile,
wild agendas
taking
seed inside
the walls
could never
hold you back
damned,
could never
hold you back
damned,
if they didn't try
your momma
your momma
your momma
prayed for you,
singing
all through
singing
all through
the night
you grew tall
in the
you grew tall
in the
sunshine
picking diamonds
from the ire
a fearless
reckless,
picking diamonds
from the ire
a fearless
reckless,
streetwise lamb
braiding rattlers
into wire
your bleeding
sacred,
braiding rattlers
into wire
your bleeding
sacred,
burnished heart
pulsed red hot
open fire
the walls
could never
hold you back
damned,
pulsed red hot
open fire
the walls
could never
hold you back
damned,
if they didn't try
your momma
prayed for you,
singing
all through
singing
all through
nice...lyrical...i like how empowering it is....i think all parents want our kids to do well and when they do its an amazing thing to watch...
ReplyDeleteI love me a well written lyric. This sings perfect. Such images with so many turns, I like the perspective. Excellente!
ReplyDeleteWow, Rene. I read this layered poem, laced with biblical references...each child an incarnation of sorts.
ReplyDelete"the walls could never hold you back
ReplyDeletedamned if they didn't try"
Perfect.
...very nice imagery and choice of words... well arranged and well toned to give a strong impact... enjoyed reading it... smiles...
ReplyDeleteah, the things that can be accomplished when momma prays
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this very much, Rene...as I read it aloud. Beautiful flow, wording, repetition! Prayer CAN bring about results! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteAh, kids leaving home. Parents keep praying. If only prayers worked.
ReplyDeleteChildren massacred in Connecticut today. Ouch
Unbelivable. I am dumbstruck by grief.
DeleteAggressive writing. Wonderful choice of words to describe the joys of birth and of growing up. Nicely Rene!
ReplyDeleteHank
Sadly fitting for this week. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
ReplyDeleteI love this! perfectly written.
ReplyDeleteI've heard the strongest prayers of all are those of mothers for their children. I believe it.
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