POETRY

 

Mama Lies Down to Rest

 

Sweep the dust under,
What is a face?
Scratch and score;
And have you scored?
As the clay falls from
Our hands. (It is only dust).
Star dust in our eyes, star
Dust in our voice.

Are you a good wife: an angel, then
Sweep our dreams away.
We are from the planets, but women
Are from heaven. Angels wearing
Victoria secrets (and silent are we
Are in our secrets).

But we have scored and we have soared,
Not stardust in our eyes for this is our lives
And we have scored and we have soared.