THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE
is the hand that rules the world
Lord Bless the hand of mothers!
No matter where she be
In the

Great Mother creator of all.

Tomorrows prayer,

In your womb.

You warm these Cherokee tears-

This Blackfoot blood.

Great Mother-form

Great was
Mother Eve

Respect 
Has forgotten
Her

Everybody yet
Came
From her

A day
Of hope
Is still there

Talks mother earth

She

My mom I love, my mom is great, I miss her much, is her I need.

I wish she'd come, I wish she'd hug , I wish she'd want

GREAT MOTHER

Disregard the Great Mother and she'll disregard you when it comes time to suckle her breasts. You who hover