AWAKENING:

By one, she was sired,

To one, she was a sister,

She was engaged to one,

Then she married another,

Two, she birthed & reared,

She gave them her very Soul,

And she totally loved them all,

Yet deep down within her heart,

She knew there was no excuse,

Then awakening one fine day,

She walked away from abuse.

OH PRETTY PRIMAVERA:

Oh pretty primavera, in petaled petticoats of frills,

In beribboned bonnets of green blade & floral hills,

You, my fickle dame, when smiling, bring soft rain,

Then while resting upon laurels, bring allergic pain.

 

You pollinate the eyes with a nasty shade of red,

And just as we´re dancing, you get inside the head,

Skin you daub & stipple, in wheals & bumpy itches,

Sending in mosquitoes, those hard hearted bitches.

 

Oh pretty primavera, what a fickle friend you are,

You´d be really perfect, if you´d only never mar,

Stings are not needed, nor wanted, is the sneeze,

Otherwise my dear, you´re quite the perfumed breeze.

DANCE MAMA, DANCE:

Go bop Mama, rap Mama, go waltz, glide & sway,

Move your tapping feet Mama, go every night & day,

Gyrate your Latin hips Mama, move your well heeled feet,

Get bare-footed in the dust Mama, to that hot African beat.

 

Snake-like as the cobra Mama, dancing Arabic slinky belly,

Shake, turn it & burn it Mama, just like fizz & lemon jelly,

In the ballroom or bedroom Mama, or in any other room,

Alone or with your man Mama, or with your witches broom.

 

Dance dressed in finest silk Mama, grass skirt or rich brocade,

Swaying in your sari Mama, or dance the jig dressed in plaid,

The important thing Mama, is the fact that you are bopping,

Never mind your age Mama, in dance there aint no stopping.

 

YOUR BEING:

I planted the seeds of your young being,

So deep within my womb,

I loved you even before all my seeing,

And vowed so, until my tomb.

 

I nurtured, tended, & lovingly cared for you,

With all my body, heart & soul,

For all those deeds, I know, that I will never rue,

And for your existence, I gave you my entire whole.

TELL ME LITTLE BIRD:

Tell me little bird, of your delicate small bones,

Of how they can support your fine & tiny legs,

Tell me little bird, of your woven nested homes,

Of how you´ve spun them, from straw, twig & pegs.

 

Tell me little bird, of how your trilling beak sings,

Of the songs from your journeys, across distant seas,

Tell me little bird, of the strength within your wings,

Of how they never tire, until reaching tall green trees.

 

Tell me little bird, of your warm & downy feathers,

Of the feelings you feel, in your little heart beating,

Tell me little bird, how you face inclement weather,

Of how you feel, when from earth, you´re retreating.