Mummy is a praying mantis <br />her head bowed, her hands clasped, <br />her knees bent. <br />From dusk to dawn <br />in her position, humble <br />she sees only the things below. <br /> <br />I want to raise her up <br />and make her stand straight <br />and tell her to look up <br />to the heavenly skies. <br /> <br />I want to tell her that down there <br />crawls the little creatures <br />who want her humiliation, <br />and up there is her creator <br />who wants her humility. <br /> <br />Mummy is too yielded now <br />shaped like the praying mantis <br />her head abidingly bowed <br />her hands abidingly clasped <br />her knees abidingly bent. <br /> <br />I could try to raise her upright <br />and say <br />leave the crawling creatures <br />who demand your humiliation <br />and raise your head to the heavenly skies <br />for your creator who delights <br />in your humility; <br />but I would break her.<br /><br />Birgitta Heikka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mummy-the-praying-mantis/
