The Mother's Moon
The Mother's Moon
The part of the moon
Lay on the mother's lap
The unworldly face
With the innocence trapped
In the nerves in the vision
The reflection of the eye
The infant born
Was the woman's delight
It was decades ago
When the flowers bloomed
When she was tied up
To be a bride to her groom
The roses seemed red
And the lilies were white
Little did the lady know
The ring would be the blight
The mornings were beaming
Like the newly budded flowers do
The autumn soon arrived
Shredded the trees one or two
Now the ring with a mark
On her body was attested
The life she lived
She merely detested.
Her springs plummeted
The lights deviated
To take her to the land
Of her own misery
The gentleman she married
Battered her badly
Spirit with the water
Destroyed him completely
The Novelty of being married
And the bond was worn off
The vows taken at the tie-up
Were shoved off
The trembling plates and
The cups on the walls
Shook the timid heart
An' jeopardized the rise and falls
She cursed the dearth of bliss
In her fate
All she was showered was
Despise and hate.
But a rose is a rose
Shall live with the thorns
But the petals be bloomed
With the fragrance above
A gift was gifted
From the land of heaven
A face of mercy and
Love was begotten
The one on her lap
That cradled the pain away
And made her forget
She was under the sway
The rays fell upon that face
The infant born
Made her stay
Made her strong
To fight the days
With hopes to live
She had more to give
Now the pain vanished
And the dent was gone
While caught her eyes
the glimpse of born
The infant born
Was the woman's delight
The infant born
Was the reason she smiled.