before
I could nestle you
beneath my mother wings
strong
waterproof
shelter you from storms
even those of your making
oh my gosling
how you have
outgrown my wingspan
in the mounting tempest
I cry hot tears
for the limits of
what love can protect
I could nestle you
beneath my mother wings
strong
waterproof
shelter you from storms
even those of your making
oh my gosling
how you have
outgrown my wingspan
in the mounting tempest
I cry hot tears
for the limits of
what love can protect