Yes Mama,
Rivers whispered down the valley
Frogs had done their orchestra
As shadows, Sun's eye they closed and opened
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A beautiful poem. The repetition, parsed language, and 'simple' punctuation harken back to childhood and some of our most basic memories: pure love of mother. This is the love we hold onto in times of pain and difficulty. The final stanza of your poem contains evocative imagery such as time binding like knots of dry sinew. That image in particular makes one think more than twice on the meaning. When know of sinew are dry, they bind tighter, but then, they are less flexible, and more opt to break? The same with the stone castle in the heart. That castle is long lasting, but heavy to carry. The final two lines, though, suggest your true intent...that the ties that bind mother to child (at least here on earth) are forever. Thanks for sharing your poem.
A very touching poem on innocence. Thanks