ask me... whatever...

I have experience of mothering
The alive and too dead
So ask me whatever 
I'll let... whatever...
Be said, for 

Those we have birthed cannot
ere go away
Whether boxed there in earth
Or there dancing in day...

They....Stay...., and...

Stubborn they call me
Because I won't follow rules
Because I don't rate god plans
But tis they are the fools

For those we have birthed
Do not ere leave our side
They remain as a presence
All around and inside

And ask me whatever
And I'll let it be said
What I learn every day from
Child living.... Child dead...

For I've experience of
Mothering, and
It grows every day, I know
That those we have birthed
Do not ere leave this earth...

So ask me... whatever...

M P 29/8/21