My mother was a miracle
\nCreation made her so
\nHer exactitude and candour
\nHer honour all who know
\nHer know just how outspoken
\nAnd Unembroidered and how true
\nShe carried me she loved me
\nand did so her life through<\/p>\n
The night sky loomed above us
\nThe moon was big and round
\nThe illusion of that moment
\nThe mockery of sound
\nA light shone from a distance
\nA shot rang out and she
\nMy mother, my dear mother
\nLie dead it seemed to me<\/p>\n
She had been my everything
\nShe had saved my life
\nShe had sacrificed herself
\nShe had faced the strife
\nShe had once been beaten up
\nthat sometime before
\nI came into being
\nAnd was now part of her war<\/p>\n
Was father going to save me?
\nGoodness knows where he
\nWas only my mother had stayed
\n to comfort me
\nI realised she was feeding
\nUnder a Hunters moon
\nGiving me the sustenance
\nKeeping me in tune
\nHer love was unretractable
\nEmphatic through and through
\nShe had been the target of a shooter
\nAnd his view
\nWas not one of a mother
\nWith a joey in situ
\njust another carcass
\non his truck
\nTo butcher, who?<\/p>\n
Had been entirely miraculous
\nIn every single way
\nShe had loved me and protected me
\nEvery single day
\nTrained and taught and looked after me
\nShe gave me so much
\nAnd I hadnt really told her
\nBeing young and out of touch<\/p>\n
And now she was gone forever
\nIn the annals of her time
\nAs his bullet powered into her
\nI in fact did climb
\nDeeper down into her pouch
\nA somewhat spineless soul
\nIf only I had told her
\nAbout how much I loved her role<\/p>\n
And now what was to become of me
\nBeing carried to the light
\nHe chopped my mothers tail off
\nAnd her feet off
\nIn full sight
\ndragged me out
\nAnd stared at me
\nHe had a kid in tow
\nAnd so he threw me at his kid
\nDo you want to watch it grow?<\/p>\n
Look after it a pet for you
\nSo that was how it was
\nOne never knows what will happen next
\nAnd, really because
\nOur mothers are our saviours
\nAre our angels from above
\nWho are always the ones there for us
\nGiving us their love<\/p>\n
Its important that we tell them
\nNever hurt them for they may
\nBe harbouring a sadness
\nThat life can lift and play
\nCan bury in seclusion in pity and whats more
\nCan interpret in a wrongful way
\nWhich can be for evermore<\/p>\n
For me seeing my mother butchered
\nOut there on a truck
\nWhere was my dear father
\nHe didnt give a fuck
\nWhy would I ever side with him
\nLike the shooter a worthless git
\nIncoherent and unaccountable
\nAnd nothing but a shit!<\/p>\n
Adversity and suffering
\nAnd cows milk everyday
\nIt didnt do me any good
\nAfflicted so to say
\nThe misfortune of this meeting
\nA catastrophe in time
\nCalamitous and tragic
\nBeing witness to the crime<\/p>\n
Circumstances took me
\nAway from my mama
\nThis lad was just a lad ofcourse
\nWe all know what lads are
\nHe kept me in a bakers sack
\nAnd I followed him about
\nReally I was skin and bone
\nMy future Yes in doubt<\/p>\n
But they could have bashed my head in
\nOr just let me go
\nBeen breakfast for some eagle
\nOr an old Dingo
\nWhilst I have some life in me
\nPerhaps I ought to be
\nloving and caring and sharing
\nLike my mother drilled in me<\/p>\n
To sons and daughters everywhere
\nOur mothers are our rock
\nThey assume their responsibility
\nAnd then take every knock
\nThey go through years of weariness
\nOverwork and strain
\nIf the father buggered off
\nSuch bickering disdain
\nFollows them and smothers them
\nIn the challenges and woe
\nBringing up a youngster
\nBy oneself fighting to show<\/p>\n
That an economic miracle
\nOver adversity
\nCan be won by a single parent
\nDespite despondency
\nDespite continual struggles
\nMisfortune and the rest
\nTo hear a child say I love you
\nFor a mother thats on test<\/p>\n
Its a reward for the sweat and blood
\nFor the tumult undergone
\nFor the doom and gloom and pressure
\nThat all came down upon
\nThose birthdays finding money
\nFor presents and for things
\nWhen sickness struck or when just bad luck
\nSlammed into your wings<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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