Thy Tears Were Never Meant For Me
Mother dearest,
May thou never fret
Over me, thy first born
Who is furthest from thee yet
Be cautious
Ne’er undo what worries
But, accrue those drops of love
For, of the oldest never were they meant
Save thy heart
Hold back wet tears
For another child of other moments
That they may be wisely spent
When hearth is warm
Comfort more my adoring sibs
Hold them tight and oh, so close
As to feel thy caring, of a lasting breath
Mine own love shall be as an offering
That is only meant for them
As I make my way within the world
I'll find myself free from all regrets
Oh, mother dearest sweet
Thy tears were never meant for me
But, if thou must, think of son
Be it thus, in dreams upon thy rest
And, I will think of thee
When nothing else is left
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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