At my knee, I often speak
For the sake of time,
I’ll name skies upon my bed
Aurora, Little Bear,
Drifting my prayers upon highest loft
Shall I ask for help?
Shall I ask for more?
Tiny lights romancing together, laying their burdens down,
Laying their burdens down.
Mama weaving, her brooms’ made of straw
Mama bringing in the sheep
Just to hear another man preach
She believed the Most-High, ought to be a woman,
Then we might-all, get a little sleep
© Kristina Neal Mosley
Excerpt from the book Saltwater on My Knees
About the Author
Kristina Mosley: An Advocate for Women’s rights. Mother of three children, Holding an B.A in Mental Health, from Wilberforce University and Master of Jurisprudence from Widener University School of law, Health law M.J.
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