A Mother’s Touch

Our baby succumbed to the worst of ills,
Night-time sweats and fever chills,
But a Mother’s love and healing hand
Hold potency beyond all medicines grand;
And with psychic eyes, of Faith All-Seeing,
Brought our child back, to the Circle of Well-Being.

Then she summoned all mosquitoes
That inhabited our area,
Those that spread the Dengue,
And those that spread Malaria;
Her ultimatum simple : “Evolve yourselves to another diet,
Anymore blood-sucking of my family,
And I’ll start a barn-storming riot .”
“Insecticide and curses, and smoke and gas and sprays,
Will play havoc with your DNA,
The genetic numbering of thy days.”

Now all’s at peace within our gardens
Again, the Bell of Harmony rings,
Due the mosquito clans’ mass exodus :
Moved elsewhere to bloody their stings.