I Shall Write of It
A day in my life, I shall write of it
The day my loving sainted mother died
T'will not be your commonplace death obit
But about the copious tears I cried.
Raging anguish engulfed me from inside
An anger seemingly to me unfit
I could neither control nor set aside
A day in my life, I shall write of it.
I found a mourning place where I could sit
Searching out secret solitude, I tried
To find a special place where I would fit
The day my loving sainted mother died.
It seemed like no matter how hard I tried
The gushing salty tears would never quit
My grief overpowered my angry pride
T’will not be your commonplace death obit.
Sixty-four years have passed, I will admit,
Mother has continued to be my guide
I recall that day such a little bit
But about the copious tears I cried.
I shall write of it.
April 25, 2021
The Rondeau Redouble (Modified) by Constance La France,
an inspiration for this poem
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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