Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Terza Rima

I Come To Give Thanks

I Come to Give Thanks

Mother, hear me singing songs of hope for you.
Thou, from whose youthful body new life spawned
Though fearing, knows not how trust forever lost, ripped two. 

Birthing alone with fright, your baby dawned.
Naivety-gripping images burst through.
Dreams, terrifying the soul; where reason belonged.

Stings ringing, one young heart turned cobalt blue.
Each thought a flight inside the mind, until
My mother, with keen words did love me true.

Her nurturing hailed the Son of God; free will.
Guiding young lives on wings of motherhood.
Encouraging and helping, love fulfilled.

Oh mother, years have passed not understood. 
I come, now to give thanks to you, as I should.

Poetic Form Terza Rima
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 2, 2010

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John Loving Iii January 2, 2010 at 1:38 PM it's never too late to learn to be greatful. john h loving iiii

Derrick Burton January 2, 2010 at 1:09 PM a beautiful piece you have here... enjoyed this and also enjoyed the ending as well. Have a great day. :):)