Friday, March 12, 2010 - The Song of The Mother

I rise in the dawn, Air Jordan 13 kneel and blow,

Till the seed of fire flicker and glow.

And then I must scrub and blake and sweep,

Till stars are beginning to blink and peep.

And the young lie long and sneakers shoes dream in their bed

Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head.

And their day goes over idleness,

And they sigh if the wind but lift the tress.

While I must work, Jordan xiii because I am old,

And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.