Two Different Mothers

She remembers when she was young and would scrape her knee or when there was a sadness she couldn't contain…. her mother was there with a smile and open arms to soothe her aches and pains. To fix her scrapes and bruises…to wipe away her tears to ease, if only for that moment, her suffering and fears. But she is no longer young and her mother is no longer here so she turns to a different mother to soothe her aching heart… to wipe away her tears. She walks under the smile of a crescent moon…says good morning to the stars drinks from the big dipper as she searches for Jupiter and Mars. With the sound of crickets filling her ears and trees whispering hello as she walks by she stops to listen to an owl, hidden in the trees, sing her good night…or is it a good morning lullaby. She sees her friends the rabbits…about to begin their day. They stop to greet each other as they pass along the way. She walks down to the water for a convergence her heart craves… a chance to beat as one with the rhythm of the waves. There are days, like today, as she watches the compassion of her country crumble to the ground That she wishes her mother…with her gentle whisper… her smile and her open arms was still around. As she remembers how, cradled in her arms, she would always find a way at least for a little while…to take her pain away. But in her absence she makes due with Mother Nature who does her best her pain to ease… as she opens her arms…smiles at her from the moon and sends words of comfort and encouragement whispering through the trees