Mother - Low

When you became my mother, there was time

You thought I’d be a daughter, but didn’t mind

And as the world began to measure and define

We had time

We had time

You gave me light and language and a name

You held me to the fire, to the flame

Now if I could tell the future, all the same

Why would I?

We have time

Deep beneath the surface of the earth

So many bodies waiting for the word

When every child and mother will return

Forever

We’ll have time