My Mother

My Mother

 

The faith of a gladiator

Locked tightly

Inside the most delicate frame

 

Always

 

Holding the pieces together

With the strength of

God’s name

 

Sensitive and Nurturing

But

Please don’t misunderstand

That

You are slowly drowning

So

You better search for dry land

If you attempt to disrupt her family

You are in for much more

Than you planned

 

The gladiator arrives

Whispering quietly her “Life” song

 

Pulling closer those she protects

Eliminating your cause

Then

Destroying their effects

 

Istenanya, the Hungarian Mother God

Surrounded by a circle of mortals

So

If you’re bent on disrupting

ANYTHING

That’s hers

You need to think twice before

Something you will regret occurs

Next

 

Because next will come destruction

Fueled by her love

But

The pain that it brings

Will never come suddenly

And

Is impossible to get out of

It sets in later in the form of a lesson

A lesson you weren’t ready to understand

So you avoided reflection

 

Until

You finally realize the power of her love

 

Her love for her family and

Her gift to preserve

The world she’s created

 

The world we all deserve

 

She has perfected the art

Personifying belief

 

War paint on her face

 

The fiercely beautiful tribal chief

 

Continuing to grow stronger

While

She provides others relief