The Mother

I hide under your wing and nudge at your chest

You carry me on your back

You feed me and teach me what is good to eat

What you eat I eat

where you go I go

I am sheltered from the sun the wind and the rain

I follow you and imitate you

I play the way you play

I dance as you danced and fly as you flew

I know what I know by the path that you took

I see my path by the path that you trod

I wanted to know what was best and what is truth

But you are neither open nor able to think, nor care for what was best or what was truth

I know what I know and only when I know it.

Mother you are held to high account for the path that you took

We are responsible for the path that shall be trod by those that follow behind us.