dearly i yearn for my mother’s bread
my mother’s coffee
mother’s brushing touch…
childhood is raised in me
day upon day in me
and i so cherish life
because if i dead
my mother’s tears would shame me
set me, if i retrun one day
as a shawl on your eyelashes
let your hand spread grass out over my bones
christened by your immaculate footstep
as on holy land
fasten us with a lock of hair
with thread strung from the back of your dress
i could grow into godhood
commend my spirit into godhood
if i but touch your heart’s deep breadth
set me, if ever i retrun
in your oven as fuel to help you cook
on your roof as a clothesline
stretched in your hands
weak without your daily prayers
i can no loner stand
i am old
give me back the stars of chilhood
that i may charts the homeward quest
back with the migrant birds
back to your awaiting nest