Reflections of a Prodigal Daughter

from her deep slumber she awakens
to he shrill cries of her child,
she slips from her warm covers
and check on the baby she loved so well
to give all the tenderness she thought that you might need
telling you to hush,
and that she'll shoo away the monsters
that had come to haunt you in your sleep,
to let you know that mama is there to care.

Day and night he toils
to be bring forth the fruits of the soil
a labor of love or all his sons
to show them that some things could become grand
out of a cunning hand.
with his plow he braved the sun
until his sweat boils;
with his word he beckons the moon
til his dreams will be their dreams.