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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse #43
and Poets United for Poetry Pantry # 440
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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse #43
and Poets United for Poetry Pantry # 440
Come join us!
Mothers are the gardeners of the human race. ~Anna A. Rogers
If we lose our mother young
we search our whole life for her
in the faces of strangers
in the arms of those we hold dear
all the roads we take
lead to questions
we never ask
the silence of the unknowing
becomes the song we always sing
yet somewhere in the place
of holding on and letting go
we find
that she is all around us
in the void there is an outpouring
that fills up some of the empty places
women have a way of nurturing
the lost child
like the lioness in the pride
will care for another's young
the motherless child
will grow up
and one day
look back
and realize
they found many mothers
God provides one way or another
and that is the answer
to the questions
of a lost child.
If we lose our mother young
we search our whole life for her
in the faces of strangers
in the arms of those we hold dear
all the roads we take
lead to questions
we never ask
the silence of the unknowing
becomes the song we always sing
yet somewhere in the place
of holding on and letting go
we find
that she is all around us
in the void there is an outpouring
that fills up some of the empty places
women have a way of nurturing
the lost child
like the lioness in the pride
will care for another's young
the motherless child
will grow up
and one day
look back
and realize
they found many mothers
God provides one way or another
and that is the answer
to the questions
of a lost child.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
