A Mother Under Lockdown
I wrote this when my mother was alive and added the last verse when she died.
Covid was a terrible time for all. My mother suffered a second sons death during Covid. Two sons lost before her own passing and the isolation felt during the Covid period. Not nice
A mother under lockdown
A Mother under lockdown,
looking teary.
Overwhelmed and suffering,
she was weary
Isolated solitude
A loneliness, whose magnitude.
Dissolved her strength and fortitude;
So clearly
Another son she’d lost,
before her time
But life, it has no reason,
nor no rhyme.
Suffering could not replace
The pain my Mother had to face.
Her life, the only saving grace;
Was mine
I saw the grief,
etched in My Mothers face
The love of sons and Mother,
interlaced.
Through nightmare she was stumbling
Though shielded she was struggling.
So distant from her mothering;
Displaced
My Mother loved them,
this I know for sure
Reciprocated love,
they had for her.
They’d comfort and allay her fears
They’d hold her, wipe away her tears.
Not knowing that their death was near;
Ensured
There’s many in our lives,
who’ve now passed on
Brothers, sisters,
nephews, nieces, sons.
There’s no replacing what we’ve lost
Longevity comes at a cost.
You lose the ones you love the most;
Forgone
The end of life for mother,
has now come
As now we mourn,
the setting of her sun
She’s left a lasting legacy
Behold, we’re here, for all to see
Ensuring that her ancestry;
Lives on
N.L.G
Copyright © Nigel Gray | Year Posted 2023
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