My thinking
brought my mind to rest
on mother's
constant care
her hands,
her touch, her eyes aglow
toward me
persistent stare
The tears of
happiness she shed
the weeping
with my pain
her eyes
aglow relentless love
poured forth
from every vein
Her own self
much denied she'd aid
my sickness
not her own
for my brow
needed cooled cloth
lest fevered
fate bemoan
The meals she
cooked with sacrifice
her
regimented pour
the messes
cleaned abode afresh
the night
time daily chores
The presents
tightly wrapped she'd give
each one
concerned thereof
her deep
felt thoughts presented me
expressions
of her love
Her voice to
sound alarm aloud
stern warning
from street's play
the call for
church and spiritual things
my proper
dressed displayed
The long
nights wait my entrance home
her gaited
patient feet
that I'd be
safe and resting there
lest she'd
n'er be complete
Caressing
hands to comfort tears
whose
listening ears n'er bane
for my words
were of most import
not one of
them did fain
Though absent
be thy touch now faint
thy memories
be clear
of mother's
constant care for me
shall last
for all my years
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