Mothers’ Gone A Hunting
by Shane Leah
She is going away. Oneita, my love
The first of my children she’ll be a long time gone
i woke from a tearful slumber at 3
- pm in the evening, knowing she’ll be
Waiting at the bus stop with her Nanny in tow
The little love that won me is going somewhere
Off to her foster parents again. My thoughts are of disbelief
And i blame my friends
You see,
If my wrist weren’t so limp and my friends so kunting
If your mother wasn’t so much older than i was expecting
If i was just able to have and to hold
This tiny person in my arms for a moment
Then i could show the world that i know
That this miracle is mine no matter what anyone tells
And that is all i could have ever wanted
There is no greater love
Than this baby bunting