Mary Was An Astronaunt

The world was full of pestilence

Only a donkey to be found

But that's no consolation

Must keep southward bound

Hollow breaths soil depleted

Onward they did go

Twenty steps a minute

The going was very slow

Leaning into night

Against a purple sky

Feeble were the hopes

They would get by

Mother Mary was a astronaut*

Father Joseph a working man

They traveled on for glory

Found not in a promised Inn

The mystics watched the journey

And knew from whence they came

Betting on the odds

If good or bad would win this game 

Oh, the glory of a stable

The cradle of a King 

Christ was born

Oh, how the angels did sing!

In swaddling clothes a mother held

The King of all man kind

"Happy Mother's Day" Joseph said

As the Northern Star did shine

 *I apologize.  There was no sacrilegious intent with this poem.  I was prompted.  I wrote.

For Magpie Tales who supplied the picture and for Sunday's Whirligig who provided the words and for Poets United who is celebrating Mother's Day.

To all mothers and all people who "mother" I wish you a Happy Mother's Day!