Who am I?
I am before and after,
and somewhere in-between.
A dream on a sleepless night.
A long bitter struggling fight.
I am a changing name
spoken or sung
by those who love me, and I love,
who sing my name in varied song.
I am Mother, Daughter, Sister, Lover,
Listener, Healer, Joker, Speaker,
Watcher, Gardener,
Writer, Friend.
I am here to tend,
to mend,
to reach out.
To hug the world with words.
I spring from tragedy to hope.
I spring from death to cope.
I spring from the sky, the sea, the fire,
the stubborn grit of stone.
My father is the land, the seed, the grass.
The deep rooted tree.
My mother is a singing bird, a bard,
A lilting melody.
Many are greater than I.
They mould the world with
money, power, guns.
But I
with a sigh,
a word,
a trembling caress,
may cause a ripple across
its breathe.
