It was a noon of freedom,
an afternoon in chains,
and we have shared them, mother
who fed me from your veins.
It was’a long day’s labor,
a twilipght of unrest.
Sleep, can you sleep now, mother,
as once the babe at breast,
as once the babe within you,
sleep in the womb of earth?
O take my blessing, mother,
for all I knew since bírth:
sunlight and shadow, freedom
and prison, feast and dearth.
The cord was strong that bound us,
now binding me to earth.
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