A Mother's Poem
⊆ 8:12 PM by Pete | ˜ 0 comments »
When I’m gone,
will you remember me?
My moment of passing,
or of our journey?
Am I to you,
as you are to me
My little one and only?
The journey we had,
the hugs and kisses
When I gave up my dreams,
and gave you yours
When I told you
what I needed to
Did I raise you to be,
who I wanted you to be?
Or did I teach you to be,
who you needed to be?
Had I failed you, and if I had, would it matter if I'm sorry?
But no matter what, those days of struggle,
with you to cuddle
I’d do it again –all of it,
exactly the same
From that special moment
when I saw you
To the moment
when I’ll see you last
The bond we shared
Is our secret, and ours alone
For you are my baby
And I am your Mother
Who loves you
like no other.
Discordant the hues, of the jingle-bell blues
As snowflakes adrift in the wake of a moon
Despondent a man, upon a snow-white satire..
Despondent a man, beneath a snow-crusted spire.
To him, is fate, things not to be
To him, is fate, a winter's touch
To him is fate, within the pale-white pall
Pale-white pall for a fall
Silent and cold and still
A touch of salvation's full.
His thoughts to self, what dreams have I?
-a slice bit through his skin-
What dreams have I? no more
buried beneath a winter's past
What dreams have I? to wait in vain
all emptied, all hollowed
All gone, asunder, away my grasping breath!
Who wields my fate? and tears away
Who deigns it be, the relief of his release?
Beneath a white-bleached sky he lay,
a crumpled heap- A bag,
a pile of skin and bones-
a dagger to his throat-
I left him there,sans hands in pocket
Cold as a winter's grasp
Heard I, a cry, a whimpered hymn
-I whistled it too-
A happy tune it was... melodious,
as the jingle-bell blues.