Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood she gives us so much
She was fruitful and full of branches her gifts to us are many
So far reaching so sustaining through the generations
To you and to me
Her gifts continue to give
Like a garden vine
Planted by the waters
Growing more and more each year
By reason of many waters life continues to flow
The Water of Life flowing from that rock into our own blood
Climbing vine her weight supported and distributed with her fruits
Great Tanka! ! ! Excellently penned! Thank you for sharing this brilliant work!
A very masterful and perceptive piece about the life that our mothers give us! Such stunning natural imagery! You put time and thought into this and it shows! Thank you for sharing this Tanka!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and wonderful tribute depicting the enduring and encompassing love of a motherland. Beautiful poetic expressions and compelling images. To my favorites.