I am the lonely matriarch that spends, <br />a lifetime - deftly catching many ends. <br />Connecting every loved one to a friend <br />to make our children fit to comprehend. <br /> <br />I am the mother of all ties that bind. <br />More dedicated one you will not find. <br /> <br />To feed and nurture flair - I am so bound; <br />my words of soft persuasion are profound. <br />While all around I hear the rasping sound <br />of our moral duty scraping on the ground. <br /> <br />I am the mother of all ties that bind, <br />and I will not rest easy on your mind. <br /> <br />When I am shabby, worn, quite unable <br />to be anything but good for natures table. <br />I pass on pride complete with finished label, <br />and my Mantle will be worn by one more able. <br /> <br />I am the mother of all ties that bind, <br />reminding all Gods children to be kind. <br /> <br />Roan Mar.2008<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ties-that-bind-2/
