Release
An ox released from its yoke was I
On the day my son gained his first full time job
That yoke of responsibility
lifted from my shoulders
A burden which had become
Almost too difficult to bear
The crushing weight removed
Left me as light as air
And free to follow
My own star.
No care home my mother would confine
She who had striven to set her three sons
Free from mind numbing drudgery.
Now frail and cancer ridden
In her own bed would she end her days
Set up in our home
Tended tenderly by my wife
Death was a merciful release
And peace was there in her passing
On the very day she had seen her three boys
Before slipping into her final sleep
While it was a time to mourn
It was also a time for joy
As she slipped her mortal coil
To release her soul
For pain free eternity
My last day of teaching
Felt like I'd hit a brick wall
I could go no further
I could do no more
It was the refusal
Of a previously willing horse
Now facing one jump too many
No jockey,no trainer
Could coax yet another circuit
Out of the creature
It was time to put him out to pasture
With freedom to graze
And gallop at his own pace
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