In and Out

I staggered through a fractured dream, and in

The depths were, angelic and glistening,

A dozen mothers; each one free from sin.

Said I, to the women I found within

This dream my imagination did spin,

’I love you all, of that there is no doubt,

This from the rooftops I would gladly shout.

You should not fret, neither worry nor pout,

For those who would condemn thee, I will rout.

In reply, they said: absolutely nowt.