H/work for w/e 9.5.16 - The Mother

[Maureen K Clifford]

THE MOTHER… Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet



So when pray ends this madness? Tell me when will we know peace?
Is war the God to whom we sacrifice both man and beast?
In Pagan times they did just that – we claim we’re civilized.
To me it doesn’t seem like that. I look with Mothers eyes.

Across the world regardless of what land you may call home
somewhere there is a mother sitting frightened and alone,
remembering that first sweet breath and fearing now the last
and knowing that she can’t be there, can’t stop the deadly blast
that might just steal a life away – a life that she helped form;
a life she nurtured over years that from her will be torn
in moments brief and agonized, on soil far, far away
and she is lost and helpless and can do nothing but pray.

A mother’s arms are loving and a mother’s arms are strong
but they’ve no magic powers to protect or cure what’s wrong.
The mother’s heart is breaking for her world’s in its demise
and none to blame but man who’s born of woman as she cries.

[Shelley Hansen]

Very good, Maureen!

When reading your poem the song "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" came into my head. You know, young girls pick the flowers, young men love the young girls, young men go to war as soldiers, soldiers die and are buried in graveyards, flowers grow in the graveyards, a new generation of young girls pick the flowers ... and so it goes. As the song concludes, "When will they ever learn?"

Cheers, Shelley

[mummsie]

and so it goes on....
lovely write Maureen



Sue

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Shelley and Sue for reading and commenting