Creator's Kin

Creator’s Kin
D. Segura
5/25/2006

We are Creator’s great-grandchildren,
Not his first thought but third or fourth.

Our Mother is his dear grandchild.
She sprang from the fruit of grand-dad’s youthful loins

He has not lost his beauty
But continues to grow, to expand.

We were born only yesterday
But have already done so much to upset her.

As babes we snuggled her,
In awe of Momma’s beauty and bounty.

We worshiped the milk and honey
Of her bosom and life she nurtured.

Our Patriarch has, at times, spoken
And we have, at times, listened.

He now speaks words of peace,
But is saddened by our attitude toward our ancestors.

Mother doesn’t look so well.
She should be stronger for middle age.

Worry wrinkles have emerged on her brow.
Her hot-flashes have grown worse.

Her indigestion rumbles and belches.
She coughs from the dust stirred by her children.

She’s been showing her age
As we’ve matured to our trying teens.

She’s balding prematurely
And lost much of her color.

Perhaps, when we pass these rebellious years
We can become friends.

Great-Grandpa wants nothing more than
That we get along with our Mother.

His patience is waning.
He shall soon step-in to take control.