Michael Buhagiar


In the long arms of mother let him sleep
With her eyes bent above
To gaze through locks that steep

And guard from the sky’s rough love
As heat he inflicts without care
Or showers more than enough.

Soon, of hunger deep aware,
He may wake and take his fill,
Then sleep, a bulging bear.

One day may fall a chill
And a glacier creep, when
Full turn comes the wheel of the mill,

Or a sea fill that valley again,
Or chunk hot plummet from the deep;
Yet come what may, until then

In the long arms of mother let him sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 4, 2008

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  • Shaun William HayesShaun William Hayes (5/4/2008 6:03:00 PM)

    I liked this Michael.

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