The moon rips a sliver out of the night sky,
Like some rapist who tries to take advantage
Of mother earth for her beauty,
But she is stronger than he is
And will endure this torture.
This is our home,
On the bosom of our mother . . .
For we never left the nest.
We are all brothers and sisters
And we fight like any siblings.
Mother teaches us the lessons
She wants us to learn
As her torrents knock us down
And make us work together.
Whether we want to or not,
We must . . . just to survive.
One day we will leave,
We think, as we keep trying to break
The chains of childhood.
We are babes in a strange land,
Who call out for Mommy every time we fall.
We long to return to her womb
For without her, we are helpless.

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Copyright �1999 by Carol Hopwood. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic � First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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