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The words are spoken.

They don’t so much hang in the air as fall

As swift and devastating as a blade

Slicing my mind, piercing my heart,

Leaving me frozen

***

I know what they mean:

Pronunciation of a path of pain, a coming death,

Which is not mine, but yours, my son.

As you collapse beside me

My womb begins to bleed.

***

And I am simply Samson’s mother,

And all my life contracts to this,

A nameless woman with a calling

To help you walk the road before you,

To meet your destiny with peace.

***

Can there be strength found in such weakness?

For all your hair will go before too long…

Will there be honey found inside the carcass?

And can one family be of any value,

Stumbling blindly forward, wielding a jawbone,

Angry beyond belief, thirsty enough to die?

***

Give me a pillar to push!

I am but a nameless mother,

But I will leave my mark.

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2 Responses to “Manoah’s wife”

  1. shazza, on February 2nd, 2010 at 12:35 am Said:

    I m crying with you my beautiful friend.

  2. Jane, on February 23rd, 2010 at 8:22 pm Said:

    So am I…x

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