250,000 Miles

Oh, where is the daughter that I carried?

Gone to where the desert meets the sea

Far from where our family’s bones are buried

Where mother moon walks arm in arm with me

A lady’s maid for ladies who are waiting

She paints the toes, prepares a stranger’s tea

What came before she must forget or bury

Or carry deep inside her silently

The red lipstick faces in the alleys

Their echoes and their shadows wind and wind

My daughter lives in still a deeper valley

And I fear I am running out of time

Oh, where is the daughter that I carried?

Gone to where the fears of men obey

While mother moon hangs silently but is waiting

Two hundred fifty thousand miles away

Two hundred fifty thousand miles away