Mother Wakes At Noon
Chains
reaching up from the ground
No one
Nobody to be found
None
Butterflies
sing that song
You know the one
That one no one hears
Nobody
None
Wind
blows the trees
When I look up
They’re pointing down
At me
And there is no one
Nobody around
None
Just me
And the ground
But
at noon
When the sun reaches its height
on the twenty first day
of the twelfth month
In the year – 2012
An earthquake
will brake me free
You
looking at me
Waiting
For the day
The ground shakes
The day mother will awake
The ground opens up
swallow up the pain
brake the chains
You’ll
see me
Free
to be with you
You
will see me
And there
We will be
All accusing fingers will be braking
Hatred back biting bitterness shaking
and love
Taking its place
In a new time
In the year 2012
By:
Roger Harkness
09/12/09
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