MOTHER HAS RETURNED

Mother pounds the fallen leaves
To resurrect the deciduous hopes of her children
Strife is her mortar and love her pestle
Thump! Thump! She goes with tender violence

Thumps of nourishing justice sparkle
Life through the dead-brown humus in the dark
Begins to find rebirth in verdant vibrancy
The leaves levitate in a ghoulish jaunt to life

Flamed by the maternal crucible of mother
The verdant phoenix cloaks in a conviction
To take the shape of past peaks of fertility
Bask anew in the glow of a nubile promise

The children gape at the newfoundland
Brightly coloured by mother’s drenching sweat
Mother stops her beat and says:
“I am my children and my children are me”

Otbor