I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,
but I knew my ma's love would never cease
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma! I bleat, I did!
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,
but I knew my ma's love would never cease
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma! I bleat, I did!
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...
