What helps you keep the embers burning

Even when the diesel of war

Threatens to drown them out



Let the breath be a starting place

A bellow to fan the molten grit

Deep within the belly



Let the hands coorie the tender flames

From the hurricane of destruction and

The lightning bolts of hate



And as you hold your shawl soft

On your hurting body

Rock to the sound of morning rain

And see how only a Mother’s Love

Knows the way



13/2/24




(To Mother: to treat a person with great kindness, love and protection)