Do Mothers Go To The Mother Land ?

Do Mothers Go To The Mother Land

Where do mothers go

Where do mothers go

When done with this

Do they go to the Mother Land.

Do they wear slacks

and Put their feet up  on

old dented military desks

like battle weary soldiers

And talk of the bawling sack of

Love

That tore their bodies open

Pillaged their breasts

Rampaged across their  vaginal channel

Could it be they have their own

Amended  story

they chose not to share.

Where do mothers go.

Do they fall from grace

Like pearls from a broken necklace

must we read between the lines

To find where they have fallen

Are they the hidden meaning

We always heard about.

Where do mothers go.

The first to see us naked.

The first to wipe apple sauce off our chins.

The first to wipe our bottoms.

After seeing us take our first step

The first to see our  heads

ricochet off the coffee table

And is it so strange she should

bemoan  only for a moment her

Savaged youth and plundered breasts

Derek Earl Houghton