After the Fall

Falling

The gaze of a mother to child at her breast

Falling the infant that’s learning to walk

Calling and crying and learning to talk

Shifting and sighing, a mother’s gaze falls

To the child, to the child who has left.

Falling

The leaf that was green growing red on the tree

Falling the season of warm into cold

Calling and sighing the birds are grown old

All migrating, the leaf oh so gently now falls

Not so late, not too late to be free.

Falling

In bad ways, in troubles, in pain and in loss.

Falling from grace was the infant grown old

Calling for mercy the infant grown bold

Mercy denied him, a mother’s gaze falls

To the child, to the child, to the cost.

Falling after the Fall.