Mother Liverpool


Mother Liverpool
skirts muddied by silted brine
time-worn weary
but always a smile
for you her prodigal son ... and daughter.

Mother Liverpool
watching over her brood
for 800 years
arms ever wide
a big welcome home
no matter how poor
where you have been
what you have seen

Mother Liverpool
never scolds
glad to see you
glad to have you home
even for a little while

But you know as well as I do
as soon as you leave
she will wave you goodbye
then turn to hide a tear
Mother Liverpool’s love
is unconditional

By N. Martin