Mother's Love


Child of earth, your eyes grow dim
And hope it seems to fade
For you have found no purpose here
Nor in the plans you laid

Your mother's blood runs thick and black
Anoints you head and toe
For you and I are holy,
--Your TV told me so

Yeah, it is a holy thing
To accept our mother's care
The gifts she gives so freely
Her food, and fuel, and air

But every child as it grows
Must one day come aware
Of all that she has given them
And of the debt they bear

So child of earth, undim thine eyes
And set your toys aside
Purpose lies all around us
And to find it needs no guide

We grow and change and pass away
And our deeds become obscure
But how we repaid mother's love
That, it shall endure


--Tonin, April 27, 2014