After the Fall

FallingThe gaze of a mother to child at her breastFalling the infant that’s learning to walkCalling and crying and learning to talkShifting and sighing, a mother’s gaze fallsTo the child, to the child who has left.
FallingThe leaf that was green growing red on the treeFalling the season of warm into coldCalling and sighing the birds are grown oldAll migrating, the leaf oh so gently now fallsNot so late, not too late to be free.
FallingIn bad ways, in troubles, in pain and in loss.Falling from g...