Baconal Poetry
Mother
Beautiful mother
With your angelic hands
And your warm embrace
Protect my eyes
Protect my heart
From the dangers beyond
Lurking in the past
Mother
Dear mother
Share not your past with us
Nor your tomorrow
Mother
You are not one of us
Humans
Who thrive in pain
And in reality
Mother
Kind mother
Tell me oh tell me
That the beast
Is a lie
And that all is well
Tell us of God
And of his children
But mother
Keep us in the dark
Tell us
That you have never needed
And you have never had
A mother
Of your own
Mother
I shall go to sleep now
I am easy
I am ready
To lie down
On those newly cleaned sheets
And on that warm warm pillow
And drift away
To your tales
To your fabled reality
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