upon the burial of her son

Upon the Burial of her son

O Mother, you have lost your own,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how the wind resounds your pain,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how the sky bears your loss,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how the mourners shake their heads,
As the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how you quake in your desperation,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how the able men toil for him,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, how their spades cut into the earth,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, they have filled the emptiness of the ground,
And the sands cover him so.

O Mother, do they fill the emptiness of you,
How the sands cover him so.

O Mother, so much sand
And still, they cover him so.

O Mother, it is at its end,
And the sands cover him so,

O Mother, you only hold him in prayer now,
For the sands have covered him so.