Act I, Scene I Poem by AHO Speaks

God gave us the platform on which to perform
Opening night the day we were born.

The compassionate, beautiful Mother, ignited the love in our soul
Nurturer, protector and conscience, until we become whole.

Stage manager, director and author of the play
The significant other who taught us how to pray.

We watched, listened and touched those of profound awe
Brothers and sisters and every life form we saw.

The funny faces as they tried to make us laugh
We knew it not but we were the families; sacred calf.

Our Mother our playmate who fed and kept us clean
Truly the Madonna and creator of earth's beautiful dreams.

Time was usually silent between eight and four
Then brothers and sisters came roaring through the door.

School was over and every child must be heard and fed
Mother always understood travail, travesty, and toil, but she never said.

First to arise and last to bed
God's blessings were her children; she ofen said.