Blossoms At Thy Feet - Ode To My Mother

Those strands of grey on your temples Creased brows in a smirch stained plea, Those dark circles around your eyes I know they have come for me. Those gallons that you have sweated Managing our home and hearth, Endless pains you have writhed in Since the time you gave me birth. Can vouch for the wrinkles many That line your beautiful face, That hurtful quiver of your lips You lovingly veiled with grace. Those coarse varicose hands of yours From toil and labors of home, Affections I took for granted Your needs buried by a gnome. I reminisce your scolding harshly Leaving home in irate din, Not knowing the pain I caused you And how your heart bled within. Your lap so comforting and warm Whereupon I soundly slept, But never did I care for times, When you have silently wept. All my failures you stoutly bore While you kept me in your shade, But those little follies of yours Ugly hills of them I had made. You cried with me when I was hurt Smiled when was joyous with glee, You held me close to your bosom When I saw my shadow flee. I know your loving tender touch Your pride at my growing so, You have held me deep in heart Though times I took you as foe. Wish had loved you more than I did Grave folly this life of mine, Yet, you have ever forgiven Saying, that I've always been thine. Have never seen the face of God Yet I know how he would be, When I gaze at your gentle eyes, He peeps through them at me. ***********