when you fell
from your mother
you were the apple
of her eye
such a dear
little babe
with a thorn
in your cry
a squirming
fertile
wild agenda
taking seed inside
the walls
could never
hold you back
damned if they didn't try
your momma prayed for you,
singing
all through the night
you grew tall
in the sunshine
picking diamonds
from the ire
a fearless
reckless, little lamb
braiding rattlers
into wire
your bleeding
sacred
burnished heart
pulsed red hot
open fire
the walls
could never
hold you back
damned if they didn't try
your momma prayed for you,
singing
all through the night
Rene ~ December 13, 2012
For 100 Word Song
and Meeting the Bar
