Standing on my porch I hear
the sounds of children playing near:
Peals of laughter…
Squeals of delight…
Wails of woe…
Cries of sorrow.
And occasionally a word
I can actually make out:
“Mommy!”…
“Mommmy!”…
“Mo-ommmy!”…
“Mom-mmm-mmyy!”
I remember only too well
what each one means:
“Mommy, I’m hungry! Feed me.”
“Mommmy, I’m hurt! Heal me.”
“Mo-ommmy, I’m lost! Guide me.”
“Mom-mmm-mmyy, I’m scared! Protect me.”
And suddenly I hear the echoes
deep within my soul…
Demanding…
Screaming…
“Mommy!… Mommmy!… Mo-ommmy!… Mom-mmm-mmyy!”
But there is no relief coming
not this time…
not for me…
My Mother is dying
Right here at my feet…
I fall to my knees
Sobbing…
Grieving…
Knowing She cannot help me…
And in my heart
I hear her soft response
Her quiet plea:
“Daughter, I cannot feed you, for I am overwhelmed.”
“Daughter, I cannot heal you, for I am much too weak.”
“Daughter, I cannot guide you, for I do not understand.”
“Child, I can’t protect you when I need protection myself.”
“Help me, Daughter…”
“Please help me.”
I lay down
upon my Mother’s breast…
Devastated…
And confused…
For I know not what to do.
I am only one.
One child among billions
and powerless to boot.
And rising from the Earth beneath me
I feel love and comfort still.
Knowing She will support us until her final breath.
Never abandoning…
Even if it means
Her death…
And then the anger comes…
A rage against injustice!
For all that She has given us
that She should be treated thus!
And lifting my head, my soul cries out
Shrieking…
Loud enough that every heart should hear:
“Wake up, you fucking morons!!!”
“Wake up, everyone!!”
“Wake up, you stupid humans!”
” My siblings all…”
“Unite!”…
“for our Mother’s sake…. Unite!”
Set aside your petty rivalries
However big or small they seem
After all our Mother has sacrificed
How can you be so mean?!
She needs our help!
All of us…
Working together
In Love and trust.
Deny your Fathers and their demands:
Their greed…
Their wars…
Their pride.
And know
if we do not save our Mother
then all your causes
cannot save you.
For soon enough
there will be nothing left
worth fighting over
or dying for…
And then what will we do?
the otherhood of one 
My grandmother who now at 95, and her children are at terms not to unify, and still at each other’s throat. It seems to be that your piece is talking to me and I am very deeply saddened that petty squabbles of children does nothing but to burden the parents.
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So sorry to read that Ohmz. Take care of yourself.
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I am so sorry to hear this, Ohmz! It IS very sad when we allow pride, resentment, fear and guilt to override our sense of what is right. My heart goes out to you and your family…
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Thanks my dear Lisa, i am humbled and thankful that I can call you my friend. Together we will walk through the path of life knowing the love of good company. Thank you
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Brilliant poem. Just the sort of controlled rage to grab the reader and shove their face into reality. Have you thought of sending it a charity such as Save The Children to use? Keep up the good work
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Thank you! And no, I hadn’t thought about sending it anywhere. I was almost afraid to post it here, as I don’t usually lose my temper that way. Lol. Kind of spoils the whole “enlightened” mood… Proof that I’m still human and beset by Ego, I guess. 🙂
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A bit of justifiable anger, controlled and in the right direction is a good thing
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Yes. I feel calmer today, having released some of that rage. Thanks for your support…
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1st off I apologize, if you’re not a Mr. Great poem! This touched my heart.
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No, I am not technically a Mr., but since I am Everything and Nothing, then I have Mr. in me, so no offense taken. I’m glad the poem touched you; I was worried it was too angry, which is definitely not my normal space. Thank you for being here and offering your support. I am relieved… 🙂
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It can be overwhelming, when the true you, is being released. Thanks again
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Powerful stuff here…
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Thank you. Drastic times call for drastic words, I guess. I still cry every time I read this. It was a very real and powerful moment for me as I confronted my powerlessness…
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Towards the end I felt that ‘mommy’ waa actually the Earth. Could it be interpreted that way?
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Mommy is indeed the Earth. That is what was intended. I’m glad you were able to see that. Thank you!
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Some of the comments made me doubt it. Wonderful poem btw!
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I guess people interpret it according to what it touches within themselves at the moment, which is an amazing quality of poetry. But I wrote it about the Earth. And thank you! For reading it, for liking it, and for commenting. It is winderful to have you here! 🙂
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Clearly ‘mommy’ is Earth.
Your heart speaks truth.
This is a quality verse with intentional message.
Thank you very much for following. Eddie
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My pleasure. I was moved by much I found on your site. Thank you for visiting me here! 🙂
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My only fear is that one day I will lose my mother, she will be gone. The thought itself is so scary. You have written i so beautifully:)
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Unfortunately it happens to all of us eventually. A reminder to enjoy the time we have together, I guess…
🙂
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