Dark children reaching up to touch my neck,
A bead of sweat rolls down my fleshy cheek
In I they see a moment, torn from wreck.
a shudder, search for sounds apart from speech.

My children, what is it you leave behind,
To find this woman, knife has never known?
A kiss of strife, my life to yours it binds,
As I reach out to you, my flesh, my bone.

The raft that gave you birth will stay with me.
Your wrinkled, hallow gaze will keep my mind.
When you were carried by the neutral sea
for me to wrap you in these clothes of mine.

“How God, can You be there? You are not there.”
Think not for now; for now You’re in my care.