Siege and Splendor
An Apple a day keeps the doctor away they say
But two apples a day
Two apples a day
One for her and one for the babe
Brewing in the bulbous belly
2 apples a day
Wont keep hunger at bay
2 Apples a day because pay wont come for three more sleeps
So the peace seeps out
And in creeps doubt
Together they’ve slipped through those every growing mothholes in the welfare state
Her path's become littered with pot holes, but she cant ask a mate
Too proud to beg but she's 8 months pregnant
And the grind is twice as unkind when your mind is fixed on finding food and sleeping through the crying in the next room and your eyes are drooping at the desk because your tired and hungry but instincts to nest, to feed and rest are stifled in this safe house where safety is housed in locks and keys and not community.
Her vulnerability slides further down the playhouse of policies and priorities.
Ticking boxes but being boxed up instead of set free
The refuge that roofs her is only free for the first three months that the baby breaths
Then its off to find another box to tick to get on a list to get some breadcrumbs to lift her baby out of this pit.
But she smiles.
Because she has the ocean in her eyes
And that means the strength of the moon is her guide.
And that mother moon has carried her strength through the history of the womb
Through the history of this room
Where mothers have lost and found their strength
Have hidden from their histories
And met their futures in the heartbeat behind their bellybuttons
So she harnesses her goddesses and they come flocking
And though they cant stop the debt man knocking
Or the welfare support drop drop dropping
They can show her the ocean in her sons eyes,
And the power that he harbors to set the future alight.
And the dreams that he is already dreaming
That will decorate the seams that These Goddesses are weaving
Will decorate tapestries of Futures and Forever's,
Cos although todays endeavors are constrained by no's and Nevers,
His little fist will grip a Joy and Power beyond measure,
And that Joy she will treasure, Whatever the whether,
Will never Surrender, this Mother, This Fender,
This Goddess, this Splendor.