Mother: Hearth-Keeper
Our children: cats
With fur and claw;
You mother them,
And many more.
A hearth and home
We made ourselves;
No wild geese now
To follow far.
A firefly in jeweled night -
You are my star.
E 'Glas' Durboraw,
07-05-2001, Birmingham
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Crone: Wisdom
You say you are
Despite youth and grace.
I shall not argue,
Your wisdom shows:
A thousand years
The nine-tailed fox.
But young you are,
And ever new
Despite the years
That weigh on you.
E 'Glas' Durboraw,
07-05-2001, Chattanooga
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Maiden: Vocation
Ever fresh,
My cynic lass;
How harsh the world
Must seem to you.
And yet your laugh
And frantic smile
Lends poet's grace
To your bright fall.
My wish for you:
A happy call.
E 'Glas' Durboraw,
07-05-2001, Birmingham
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