THE HAWK DECK 3:30pm
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
I am waiting in The Fog
with audible surf
and the occasional call
from a sea bird
–
waiting for The World
to collapse
but I somehow doubt It will:
The World is like A Very Strong Mother–
She may lie down for a nap
but always fixes supper
She may live in Her Bathrobe
yet maintains Her Modesty
She cleans when She feels like it
and gets Her Children to clean up
after Themselves
–
She loves everybody in Her House
Her Home is Her Sanctuary
She Is Her Own World
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
A touching and beautiful poem Joanna. I feel hopeful..
I agree. Touching and beautiful. And I love the way you have mirrored the strength of the earth in the strength of motherhood and visa versa.
Thank you both for these comments. They mean a lot to me and to The Earth, World.