Mum

You laid me in the moses basket
With home-made quilts
And hushed me to sleep
As you kept house in the rushes and reeds
And occupied yourself with daily deeds

You placed me by the warm corner
And told me stories
With deeper meanings
And watched me grow
With the milk and honey
And wisdom you fed me

You prepared me for the battle
Of the mind, the high tides.
You taught us that
Not all which is permissible is beneficial
And with few commandments,
Out into the world, we went.

March 2015