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Mother
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Mother
Mother you brought me here, gave me a body,
What you have done for me could have nobody else done for me.
For 9 months you carried me within your own body,
Counting the days till having somebody to reap,
All the warmth of your love.
When I arrived you put me in the centre,
Orbited me like the Moon bound to the Earth,
Self-appointed to serve.
You gave me a name you knew I could carry,
Watching me grow you hoped I would marry for love,
Have a daughter of my own someday.
Being born under a full moon gave me a blessing,
Of family and home, two pillars of your core beliefs,
They made me who I am.
The fruit of thy womb, the blood of your blood,
Filled with your strength, made of your love,
I was born with wings so I could fly, but
I was your world, I was your everything,
I know it broke your heart to see my wings unfurl,
Knowing you could no longer protect me,
Had to learn to just trust me,
Waiting to hear from me, to know I was ok.
Mother, you made every sacrifice,
I am sorry to realise that no one was keeping score.
Mother, oh mother, i shall lay the world at your feet.
Mother I come from a long line of believers,
Keepers of knowledge, guardians and healers,
I know it’s not been easy to survive,
Facing whole centuries of abuse and oppression,
Being denied all unbridled expression,
You withdrew and went deep beneath the ground.
There you’ve resided, silenced, downtrodden,
In the million years past you’ve been nearly forgotten,
All the same, there are those who remember your name.
In the deepest of depths, all the way in the centre,
You gave rise to a realm very few may enter,
I ask your permission to pass.
The world is in a state of perpetual chaos,
people divided by forces who play us
Against each other in defence of a lie,
That says greed isn’t greed, just basic survival, and
Nothing is gained by quoting the Bible,
To most, the truth remains obscured.
I have come to collect you, and
Bring you back up with me,
I have felt you calling me every time I closed my eyes, and
Wondered what future awaits us,
You whispered that you would rise,
To the Master of the World’s surprise,
He, who thought you buried alive.
Mother, oh mother, we need you now more than ever before.
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Marketa Irglova Reykjavik, Iceland
Markéta received The Academy Award for best song, Falling Slowly, Irglová released her solo debut, Anar, in 2011, followed
by Muna in 2014. Today she creates her music at Masterkey Studios, built by her husband, producer Sturla Mio Thorisson. Recent releases include a trilogy of singles titled Quintessence, Among the Living, and Mother. Full length album “Lila” will be out on August 19, 2022.
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