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Ode To My Mother
She was of this rich
earth and clay
a beautiful lass so full of life
and so wont at play
who used to water ski
in Turtle Bay
At Carnival time
costume in hand
marched and danced she
in a masquerade band
till midnight and Las Lap’s
last stand
The year was
nineteen fifty-three
when down the aisle walked
in grace and beauty
my future mother
and bride to be
A Catholic girl
whose love was true
torn between the man she loved
and faith she knew
but followed her heart
and said “I do!”
Was a leap of faith
and leap of fate
to stay all the raging madness
and mayhem at our gate
or leave Trinidad
before it’s too late
Her island home
for us all gave up
and of life’s bittersweet wine
drank from its cup
but a poisoned chalice
she did sup
She was an abider
of all that’s good
who raised us in the cares
and joys of motherhood
in the devotions for which
she stood
Whom taught me
in the ways of love
and edified the outcast soul
in me to rise above
when all our lives
she was a part of
The breast that
suckled life in arms
alas needed life’s healing salves
and curing balms
yet bravely you fought
all its harms
Now it’s been
twoscore years gone
since God among His saints
counted you as one
and a darkness this world
fell upon!
Written: February 2018
Dedicated to
Jacqueline Trestrail
1932 ~ 1978
Copyright ©
Keith D Trestrail
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