Birgitta Heikka Poems
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Mummy, The Praying Mantis
Mummy is a praying mantis
her head bowed, her hands clasped,
her knees bent.
From dusk to dawn
in her position, humble
she sees only the things below.
I want to raise her up
and make her stand straight
and tell her to look up
to the heavenly skies.
I want to tell her that down there
crawls the little creatures
who want her humiliation,
and up there is her creator
who wants her humility.
Mummy is too yielded now
shaped like the praying mantis
her head abidingly bowed
her hands abidingly clasped
her knees abidingly ...