The Slave Mother
Chains clink, her lullaby fades,Beneath the weeping willow’s shades.Tears blend with falling rain,Each drop echoes her pain.Her hands, rough, weathered, tied,Holding dreams she must hide.Eyes fixed on a distant star,Wishing, wanting, oh so far.In the fields, she sings low,Songs of places she’ll never go.Her heart beats a silent plea,For the child she’ll never see.Night’s cloak,…