Our Fortress

Our fortress

 

Oh tell me mother dear

What is it you hold dear?

Is it hopes and fears beyond the years?

Is it a need for love so strong

That you feel you don’t belong?

 

I can recall the stories and the holes in the walls

I can be four and not fear at all

You can surround me and separate from it all

If only that was all

 

If you try and measure, what gives us pleasure

Is it our fortress?

Is it our gall at how others fall?

Or do we just hold our fears dear, 

And speak of them once of a year?

 

Charlotte 2008