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.
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