mommy's sick

I remember the way it felt
When I was young to play barefoot
Toes in the dirt, legs wet from puddles
Contentment in tree, allowed me to play
Throughout the entire day

Breezes would blow gently and harshly
Swaying the leaves back and forth
I even remember waving back at them
Rain fell sometimes, and I was afraid of the thunder
Snow came, and covered my field of daisies
Tucking the clovers away

I loved you, and thought you peaceful
Then when I grew up I saw something new
Well I played the day away in your watchful eye
You were growing sick, you my mother ill

Filled with diseases not diagnosed
Searching for a cure, I was on a mission
I didn’t know how so many others couldn’t care
It was their mother too, and they played just like me
Did they forget?

Who forgets their mother
With a thermometer sticking out
In such permanence, I’ll reuse things
I’ll recycle things- I just want her well

I’ll do all I can to ensure her health
Because I want my kids to one enjoy
The pleasure of tree climbing barefoot
With Mother Earth