I was a changeling child,
Left in an unguarded crib
On Holy Saturday.
I was not made for a mortal world,
But mother loved me fiercely,
Even as I fell into despair.
I could almost make the twilight
Into the subdued half light of the
I could almost make the stars into
The countless eyes of our hideous god,
That so terribly, tenderly made me.
Mother held me close, made me hers,
As the seasons passed, as I made my
Shadows fall on the world.
I hug mother tight, I kiss her head,
And then walk into the night, looking
For a home I’ve never known.
I love you mother. Thank you for