Though this fault is none of mine,

Nor the rest of the human race.

But yet this hunger contains in my soul,

This drought in my mouth,

Of many rains that will never fill.

I can have all the golden sand dunes,

All the pearls from the ocean's blaze.

The stars can sing to me sweetly,

And the sun could warm my back.

But none of this will calm my hunger,

My undying hunger.

~:~

Spins of yarn from the spider,

Weave the life of my spirit.

The patches, I must resew on my own.

And in the progress I know I'll grow.

But none of this will calm my hunger,

My desire to have a mother.