The raven taught us how to open the ground and feed it what it grew But all the while as we buried your brother I was thinking of you Where would you wander and would you ever stay And could I have taught you some other way
The pain was so terrible I thought I was dying I thought I would split in two But a sound came from me and I opened wide and then, there was you I didn’t want to tame you I loved you as you were If I’d had a mother maybe I’d have learned from her
Will some woman love you in that faraway place For the strength in your hands and the mark on your face Seven times seven how much is it worth Flaxseed and blood, all the fruit of the earth.
What did you say out in the field that day and how did he answer you You always were convinced you were somehow less than him though I told you it wasn’t true
And who is counted lucky the living or the dead When sin is always crouching just ahead?
Eve was the first mother and had to make it up as she went along. I imagine she never stopped loving her first child even after burying her second (Genesis 4).