The Mothering Heart
by Penny Dreadfull
25 July 2012
As a mother, there is only one question..
What if it were my son?
And I answer myself that by the intertwining of our humanity
That yes, all sons are my sons,
Just as my sons belong to all mothers, as well.
As I cry for you
Your mother would cry for my son, too
If she were to see him unfairly judged,
Deprived of his rights,
To be stolen from his home without a fight
From the country of his birth to a land far away
Whom will not judge him fairly.
They will say he must pay
Because they won’t see him through a mother’s heart.
But, I do, Gary, Talha, Richard, and Babar,
For you are my sons, too.