Mothers
When love arrived we held her tight.
Yet furtive thieves through windows crept,
Clandestine deeds done while we slept,
As exhausted guards the watch we kept.
But blind to thieves that need no light,
Begin their task in dead of night.
All locks give way
At end of day,
Rusting loose, they fly away.
Loosening chains I thought were firm,
My arms like stone,
Her permanent home,
Yet those were not the settled terms.
Cocoons may only short conceal,
The winged beauty life will reveal,
Like love letters speak after broken seals.
The chorus sings
“The truth will out”,
So beauty is truth though fathers doubt,
(Chastened children gone to pout
Runny noses and lips stuck out).
Cocoons must sing and singing soon,
Their worms will turn,
With futures burn,
To answer promise, change their tune.
Heads that rest in crooks of arms,
When time seems frozen and life seems charmed.
But time and fate will come at night,
To loosen chains you thought were tight.
So time will fuse,
Some clever ruse,
The gambled days we’re prone to lose.
That tiny body, whose mouth we feed,
That breathless beauty must be freed,
Despite what parents think they need,
That breathless beauty must be freed.
