A Woman's Song
A Woman's Song
Hark to the heart of a woman's song!
Hark to the sound of sorrow!
Hear her wailing in the night air?
Agony so deep night creatures hear, cringe with pain!
Hark to the heart of the woman's song!
Hark to the sound of happiness...
Hear the laughing in the moor and bog of ancient days,
careening down the valleys of time.
Hark to the sound of a mother singing softly--
to the child she holds near her heart.
Oh Heart of my Heart, I love you with all my breath and life!
Heart of my Heart.
My four daughters, fair, the RJ's of my life.
When you were babes in arms, I but a child myself,
I did love and cuddle you,
sometimes I was scared, for you, for us
I could all but hold on.
Hark to the song of a woman's heart,
seasoned and tempered by assaults of life.
Salted in brine of experience and tears.
Marked by skin stretching across the bone of contention.
Of ignorance and superstition, of damnation!
Hark to the sound of a grandmother's heart
singing praise, joy, happiness,
for the battle was worth it.
HML
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~Foster Allen~Beautiful Dreamer~
