Mother Earth’s Children
For each their own place
Reclined against mother’s bosom.
All feel Gaea’s cool caress,
Hear her droning lullaby:
“You are my children,
You are my life.
Hush, rest now.
You’ve returned
Home.”
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Authors: Richard H. Fay. Form: Poem. Length: 9 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
Author Bio
Richard H. Fay is a published artist, illustrator, poet, and writer of non-fiction, as well as an amateur medievalist, folklore nut, fan of classic speculative literature, and avid reader of true tales of the supernatural and the unexplained.
Abandoned Towers Content: Cosmic Journey Demons of the Dark Nebula Galactic Road Trip Gothic Window Holiday on Phreetum Prime Infiltration Mother Earth’s Children Nanomite 323 Purple Rain Selected Scifaiku Sorcerous Evolution Speculative Poetry: Past, Present, and Future Temporal Crack The Banshee’s Cry The Birth of Sentience on Aggraboth V The Era of Faeries and Dragons The Faces The Haunted Isle The Maginot Line They’ve Come for me Again Things in the Swamp West Dingleton’s Loss of Humanity When Wizards Dream at Night Worrying
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