This poem is shared as part of a collection of resources linking the Days of Awe with care for our living planet. Stay tuned for others in coming days.
I am your mother and I am grouchy.
I keep having more of these days lately
I labor long and hard to feed you,
-And there are more of you every day!-
My restful winters are getting shorter and
Noone is letting me sleep.
Its not easy keeping it all in balance
The right amount of wind and rain, sun and warmth, cold and even fog
And what thanks do I get?
You are poking and prodding and drilling and fracking
messing with my oil and water…
Don’t you know a women looks older when she is dry hard and wrinkled, when her glands are less active? How do you think i fell when the oil is sucked out of my being?
ANGRY that’s how
For when I shrivel I will shake
And my belly will move and I will throw things around
Howling and raging with the biggest trantrums you have ever seen.
So let it be known I’m already out of sorts
A sad mother is no fun,
but an angry one is dangerous.
I’d much rather play than fight, so think about it.
Rabbi Geela Rayzel Raphael is a singer, songwriter, and ritualist.