I left behind what created me, She who held me in her arms And whispered to me as a bairn. I left behind what made me woman She who inspired my freedom, My angry spirit though quiet demeanor. Oh Mother! In your watery eyes of the sea On a stormy day, or the tresses Of thick abundance, and the Strong and firm build, I see Where I came from, who I am, what I can be. Oh Mother! I left behind what raised me She who fed me the foods Of our kind, and the lore of our land. I left behind what I love She who I will repay one day And whom I speak of as wise and good. Oh Mother! Can you see that you've made Many lives better, given your heart And your soul and asked for Nothing. I who came from you Mother, carry your name in my heart. Oh Mother...
This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.