For Mother

Now fades the crimson into night Now still the sighing wood doves Song, welcome the twinkling light Through tears of so long. Time moves Like a shadow and yet moving takes Us along. We ride the brief wave That is life, between joy and mistakes To find what we should not crave. Mother, never craved to go, but given No choice, like a soldier went Armored in the faith of heaven Submissive and sweetly penitent. Acceptance free of rancour brings less Grief, and faith is the fathom of relief This is encouragement that you are blest We meet again in the harvested sheaf. O mother, mother, words lie this comfort Here, and I am withered in the cold Without your sun, and your support We now must bleat a scatterd fold.