Our Mother

By: Samuel Mejia

The Shenandoah Mountains in Virginia, in a photo taken by the poet.

The crossing of treacherous waters ne’er ends

Hurricanes swallow whole lands locked in line

Mere coasts, these borders cannot apprehend

The will of her nature, the storm of lifetimes

Though we watch on idly in feigned shock

When buildings take shelter, shake back and forth, rock

A pattern observed endless seasons before

Rhyme without reason for why we ignore

Reason’s a stretch, as are heaven’s layers

Parental protection expires when aged

We, her children, of change long naysayers

Motherly love has its limits ‘fore rage