My Mother, My Sister

For all my complaining about mother earth,

I know two things to be true.

She is my home, and

she is beautiful.

For all my spite toward man and her kind.

For all my hatred

all my talking.

I know, that with her destructive nature.

She is young

and bright, and beautiful just like her mother, our home.

And I know, that

I must protect her, as well as mother.

For I love them both.

And they, my family, are all I really have.

Reviews

[Calamity]

This is full of love and sweetness.
Mothers are to be cherished. As are sisters, brothers and all the good people of the world.
A very tender piece of writing.