My Mother's Drum

When I close my eyes
Allowing my mind to drift away
Into the past through laughter and cries
Back to a time when I knew another way

My heart, brain and bones in quiet darkness grew
Hands, fingers, feet and toes
In warmth and without words I knew
Nothing but the growth of my ears, eyes and nose

With only the use of my ears
I was filled with the ever-present thrum
It's tempo soothing my inner-most fears
Is the deep rhythm of my strong mother's drum

©Melanie Davis May 2013