ONLY A MOTHER´S LOVE:

He was born one cold and murky dawn,

Whilst Lugh struggled to crack the morn,

And from his mother´s womb was torn,

She crying, “At last, to me a son is born”,

And as she lay spent on birth´s damp lawn,

Looking upon her bloody creature, scorned,

“Oh God, tell me, what´s it that I´ve spawned?

Is he of earthly man or of the forest´s fawn?”

The creature grew in silence, life´s stoic pawn,

Skulking limp, heavy skull & tiny stump of horn,

 Mono-browed, thickset, of meaty heavy brawn,

For his mother, he´d gladly sow & reap the corn,

And not rest till all the winter wood was sawn,

Yule night, still young, he died with silent yawn,

Only his mother, who loved him, came to weep & mourn.