|Sleepy head photo by Bas Lammers|
Open your eyes Mother of Stone
MOTHER OF STONE
Each day I travel through miles of emptiness
Just to be near you.
When finally, I reach my destination,
You stand before me, distant and untouchable.
The tears fall from my eyes, yet you are blind to them.
My cries echo in the void between us, but fall upon deaf ears.
In desperation, on my knees, I beg for your eyes to open
That you might see the child before you.
A child born full of hope and promises—
All of them for you.
As I wait for you to become alive,
I dream that you take me in your arms
To comfort me with a loving embrace,
Where I feel safe and warm, free from all harm.
There, in a peaceful sleep, for a while I stay.
Sadly, the time arrives for me to go.
But, each time I leave your arms,
I run back to you for one last hold, one more touch.
Then violently, I am awakened by the harsh coldness of a stone
And a dark sky falling down around me, turning my world to black.
Memories of a stark stone—a heavy burden for a child to bear,
For a child to carry throughout eternity,
Infinitely waiting, for the reality of the mother of stone to be gone.
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