Standing, no leaning,left and right
No one could ever say you weren’t purposeful
The staggering weight of my colourful delights anchoring you to the ground
The heavy companies of your heads,
You hold them up and they hold you grounded,
Red, orange, indigo, yellow, green, gold, brown… fanciful colours nestled within your womb,
Holding them safely, dear like a mother
Your magnificence is astounding
They suckle at your breast, depending on you to hold them dear
If all mothers could hold such dear like you do,
Pisa-like you stand
Let’s not forget still standing,
Impossible, yet here you lean,
Holding the weights of a thousand hearts in your hands,
What shall I say, O wonderful mother,
Housing my dear children in unity,
Creaky though your shelves are,
Bended though your shelves are,
You still stand, perhaps forever
Oh, shall you stand when I’m gone?
Or shall you crumble while I stand?
I shall trust in your screws holding you together
Secretly standing, their groans hardly heard,
Safely and warmly shall my hearts stay in your abode.