She bore a platinum baby, <br />of one she could be proud. <br />Her mossy earthen womb, <br />a misty dew-grey shroud. <br /> <br />She looked down on her pride, <br />her hope, and she cried as she, <br />forced her hand beneath <br />the skin the burn away her babies sin. <br />she has done it again, <br />bowed again to the natural salute.<br /><br />Tim Carlson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-my-mother-2/
