Poem of the Month
Mother Tongue
Matru, when you birthed the earth's first Mother tongue
What instinct put the silent hum of being in your name?
Motina
Maji
Mutter
Moeder
Mum
The sound is just the same in almost every language:
Chapped old or young lopsided lips suckle on a breath of warm
And what comes next is too familiar to express
Represents a constant that we're bound by forces far too strong
Ever to remember...
... yet she's all that we come from.
© Liz Darcy Jones
March 2012