Midwife Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

I nurse a feeling
One that kept me going
For some Dark Nights
Through some Dark Seasons
Across the Eclipse of Years
Where even the Moon
Could not reach
That even still
A fire burned
A light shone
Just
Just beyond
My reach
And so I kept
Stretching it, till
One day I'd found
I'd exceeded it
And my Dream was
Coming True
I'd found a People
I'd found a Place
Where folk really meant it
When they said
Our rules are few
And we do our best to keep them
And when we can't, the story will be good

Because we want to learn to like each other
Though sometimes our first impressions aren't the best
Or if the are they are hiding only hollow suits of flesh
And we move on before....
Before....

But then in the corner of the Dark
A faint Grey Light Awakens
As first the Moon
And then the Sun
Make their appearances
One to say Good Night
And one to say Good Morrow

Each with a quite different...
Yes quite different points of view
And as we dance between them
We shared many a thought or few
Exchanging furtive glances
As we passed along the way
We weren't yet sure
Where we were going
Sometime even
Not sure of where
We were

Still we plowed through ancient tomes
And learned the stories as we could
Of Places we could live Nobly
As Lord or Lady would

Because I like courtly
When court is being held
But otherwise I'd rather be
An attendant at the fire

Because, well I never build one
I can keep one strong and fair
or let it burn to ember
For a place to bake the bread
Raise it up again for boiling
Even higher for to fry

Collecting Greenwoods for the Turnings
And the sticks to roast the food
And deadwood for the stock
Of easy access fuel
Thanking woodsmen
As they slip by
With larger log or two
And if someone
Has a cookpot
And another has a stone
I'll be tending fire
With a Story and a Poem
And together we will greet you
When our souls start nearing home.