Mother

Mother

 

You are my cradle in motion

The bedrock of all civilizations

Your body, your womb, conceived me

The essentials of my life found in thee

Graciously allowed thought to be manifested

Dust formed as the first, found in thee

Even when not knowing, was selected

 

I would not want to choose 

A better womb would certainly loose

This precious gift that's me

Wrap in a bow, born from thee

Housed in thy ocean 

Swimming as free

 

Oh Mother, my love, my precious dove

Given for me, a precious gift

Amongst others I see, not meant for me

You saw inside me all I can be

Nurtured the dream you knew best

Molded I am, not like the rest

 

So dependent am I on you

When trouble lurks, you already knew 

The cradle of all civilations 

Gentle yet strong, just who I need all day long

Looking into my eyes, rocking me in your charm

 

Everyone who's ever been born

Testifies to your presence in life 

Given to man, a part of the plan

Couldn't see it, would need another

The woman, who would be my mother

 

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.