Mother

Mother Often when mother enters my mind She would halt my flow of thoughts Then love reigns sublime. From across continent, we speak Her voice once vibrant Is now mellow as in half slumber The color gray has covered all strands Of her hair; gray her eyebrows Her feeble hands and feet Have toiled near furnace heat Now they tremble, not in fear But from a tender heart- Two weary eyes have seen History's fiercest touch to her roots Yet like evergreen, she thrives The God she serves Who gives her breath, then set her up To eighty and four years Has been her rock Even as her laughter subsides to smiles. Often when mother enters my mind She would halt my flow of thoughts Then center me with love sublime. *