The Subtle Way

And just as a Mother weeps
for her children,unloved
My heart,my eyes and I too weep
fir my children,unread
But,just as a Mothers child
forgets not to live
so do all my children to
cease not to be.

I may not live enough to say
Look,I made a mark
But,when my head shall turn to grey
 and spine shall 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?