Womb of life.
Nine months we devour your roots.
Screaming we suck your trunk.
Waking we demand your attention.
Laughing we beg you to play.
Crying we expect you to care.
Helpless we rely on you.
A timeless tree of compassion.
Sunny warmth in the autumns of loss.
Bearer of our sorrows and joys.
From the moment we wake
’til the moment we sleep
You protect and nourish us.
When men become weak in your presence.
Their weapons – fists, dicks and guns.
Yet still you forgive their raging blows
And still you care for their sons.
Without you we are nothing.
Without you we cannot survive.
Help the mother.
Respect the mother.
Forgive the mother.
Love the mother.
Her happiness is yours.
Dedicated to my son, my mother and all mother sentient beings on March 18 2012.