The Travails of Mother-Eagles.

To the Eagles who never came alone,

Life’s smiles on you have been tears,

Behind the doors and blankets,

Coming out strong to the eaglets.

Left on this field alone,

Mallet struck, legs walking away,

Took up from where you knew as homes,

To a new home you never knew won’t be whole,

A black market without a streak of light.

Now, your Eagle has wandered beyond,

Your archer stripped off her bow,

No shield to cover when life rain coals,

Left with your quiver alone to shoot life’s goals.

To the wombs who gave their life on loans,

Everyday paying the dime they didn’t owe,

But the hoe of love dragged them into this hole,

From when the eaglets were conceived,

Labor they travel into and ever they sail it,

Maybe I should call them - Sailors of Travail.

To the trees who produced and nurture all alone,

Never is your labor and sojourns in vain,

The streak will come out strong,

To break the night long darkness

That hover the face of the deep,

And there will be light to sail your kids,

Through the great black market,

And make them successful traders you never attained.

For This Is The Travel Travails Of A Single Mom.

I owe you all these mind piece.

Happy Mother’s day to all Mothers out there.

ARKore ‘20.