Earth is the bosom buddy

Earth is the bosom-buddy of our flesh,
She holds us close, to her living dress:
We come in bare, screaming at the light,
And leave the same way; but fearful of night.

In between, she clothes us and feeds,
Gratifies all of our body's needs,
While we weep hot tears, upon her stones,
And shout our laughter, from deep in our bones.

Everything from which our body was formed
On Earth's own shores and oceans got born-
And as for death, when he comes nearer:
To Earth, I commend my naked spirit.

john o'connell
A terrific, enjoyable and coherent write. Thanks a million. John

Michael J. Gale
Eye really enjoyed reading this nicely done poem of birth and death,upon this Earth.

robyn selters
A certain endearing candour... and I loved the use of our beloved earth in this piece

Mike
This is so beautiful and accepting, you know how I love our dear nurturing planet...