Poetic wails

                 
And just as a mother weeps
for her children unloved
my heart,my eyes and I too weep
for my children unread
but just as a mother's child
forgets not to live
So do all my children too
cease not to be.

I may not live enough to stay
Look, I made a mark
but when my head shall turn to grey
and spine shall turn to arc
then all my children tenderly shall one day say to me
this we un-nailed in the dungeon
that was on the rock
this we un-wrote in the valleys
that was on the wall

So my sweetest countrymen
Have you ever heard?
the poignant wails of a mother's cry
the subtle way she does?
If nay be your answer then
tell me should my wails
parch just the seven skies or go far beyond?