A Son's Lost Mother
A SON’S LOST MOTHER
We wander together through terrible plight,
Blinded by darkness with no sign of light
I touch your arm and squeeze it tight,
Hoping to help you through this night
I sense your fear and know it’s real,
In the smothering gloom I’m certain what you feel.
Now take my hand and hold it tight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
For by failing you I fail myself,
And place my soul on an empty shelf
Where it withers in dust, and never sees daylight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
Hope is the destination that we seek,
And I cannot be timid, mild or meek.
Courage is the motor that drives me on.
The feeling that I’m loved by a special one,
Strengthens me to continue the fight:
I will not fail you here tonight.
Dawn is breaking across your room,
And chasing away the night’s deep gloom,
But even the sun’s promise of brand new light,
Is powerless to stand against Death’s ruthless might.
You open your eyes and look over at me
You want to speak, but can hardly see.
With a nod of your head you release my hand
And calmly slip into that distance land.
I lower my head and the tears flow freely
The death of a mother can never come easy.
One last smile and God turns out your light,
I’m content to have been with you tonight.
Copyright © Lee Bragan | Year Posted 2015
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