Walter W. Safar Poet Free verse

A Poem For My Late Mother

I looked into the face of my late mother,
and from her pure, placable eyes
I saw the light
               reflected
from the paradise hearth.

I am kneeling beside her deathbed,
ardently looking at the sky, praying to the
                                              guardian angel
to lend its wings to the soul that fell asleep, 
                                                    so it would
fly into the sky, too.

But the coffin is closing,
and the night wind, a sullen and very austere
                                                           guardian,
wakes in his watchtower,
as if tending to a hungry death.
I held my hand upon her heart,
and a silent tear slid onto her
                                        face,
sparkling like the morning dew.
In my chest, my heart is beating so coldly.
In this state, some higher Invisible hand
could have animated me
to set my sight at the
                                sky;
to set my hope at the
                                sky
where we shall meet.



 © Walter William Safar 2010

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 8, 2012 at 3:56 PM Lovely and touching written Walter. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Nicola Noo April 8, 2012 at 3:16 PM Very touching.