Mother (the queen)

Love expressed in countless ways,
baby lies down for strangers.

Me, dressed like my mother

The child
gives her penny,
the King,
with mighty gifts. Everyday –
-Forgiveness given freely,
the child’s only wish.

If we feel obligation
it is not cheerful, as the wren.
The wings of the heart
-Blameless,
with soulful pleasure
the child nonetheless.

Emily Dickinson said “I’m nobody. Who are you?”.

I am nobody too
standing in the shadows
the queen perched on high.
Will the King be braver
look down on me,
bend His wing with favor?

I fall away
as the leaves wither,
turn, turn, turn
-Turn around.

Originally written in 2011 with major revisions.

 

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