Mother Dear
Told to let go of mother's sleeves,
Told to know all that she believes,
Told to wait by this tree,
Told to wait as she leaves-
She leaves her world behind,
I look for her, but I cannot find
Her- my mother- left on a dime,
I guess I just ran out of time,
To tell her I love her,
And I will always stir,
At her name meantioned- burrr...
Sadness comes while the kids mock,
"No dur!"
I will follow her last command,
To wait by this tree to take her
stand,
Always wishing for her hand,
To swoop down and make life not as
bland,
Standing at the tree of life,
It only seemed to give me strife,
I'll make my death short and
concise,
I won't gamble my life with dice,
I just want mother dear,
To give me a hug and always be
near,
As I take a branch with a single tear,
Hit my head hard to make every fear
Go away to mother dear.
Copyright © Isabel Runde | Year Posted 2012
|