Give me a heart O Lord <br />Such as that of a mother <br />Please, please dear God <br />A heart of a hurt mother <br /> <br />Like pricks and thorns grow <br />On stems in hedges yet don’t prick <br />They sway with stems when winds blow <br />Never do they hurt their own stick <br /> <br />A heart that hurts I already have <br />But compared to a mother’s, <br />This of mine has burning nerve <br />In a hurt mother’s heart, tenderness gathers<br /><br />David Munene wa Kimberly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurt-mothers/
