Mother was beautiful.

she christened the ground with sugar,

sweet glistening in the sun.

waiting, to be eaten by birds hoping for sweet.

to be dissolved into the soft dry earth,

blessed by the rain to become sweet water,

so the worms would drown in ecstasy.

she wanted us to grow tall,

fed by the same sun,

different soil

Mother was wise.

learning many times

how far we could go.

the foxes would eat her fruit,

carrying us, to be born elsewhere

Mother was hoping to see we had fallen far.