The Way Your Mother Once Rocked Your Cradle Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Way Your Mother Once Rocked Your Cradle



i wonder how your mother rocked
your cradle. Now that you have gained
manhood, you still thrive on the cowardice
of peace.How did he ever rocked the cradle
when you were once a lovable baby?
You have become the prince
of cowards of this town.
You shrink from the challenges
of our domestic wars
the wars that we fight daily within
our lives.

Go to the grave of your mother and ask her why.
Bring him the flowers. Say the necessary prayers.
Light ten candles and pray that she may answer.

If you still do not know, try looking at your face in the mirror.
Ask yourself, how gullible have you become.

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