And Other Songs
Her bones ache in the night,
Bent and brittle from the weight of responsibility.
Her youth gone sooner than the passing of time,
A son cradled in her arms, a fair trade.
Soon the auburn curls fade to white
And the boy becomes a man.
But a darkness takes him from her and he is lost.
She fights to break the sorrow in his heart,
Broken hands to mend his life, a fair trade.
Now her back is hunched and eyesight poor,
The son is gone, about to fall.
But there she waits with open arms,
And there he lands in her embrace.
Her bones are frail and heart is weak,
but love is love her son’s in need.
A final breath to save his life, she thinks:
a fair trade