Motherhood

You moved out when from home, baggage and all, I acquiesced still, not heeding to my heart, You pulled away, now too busy to call, Resignedly I pull on my life's cart. When I can bear no more I cry alone, Whenso you do, my heart shed tears with you, Your tragic times you might think are your own, You scarce know, silently I pray for you. If you think dreams make sense to you alone, Do you know you are my dreams' sole reason? My dream has fallen short from promise shown, But I'm your ma; are you still same old son? Creating world God thought it wise to ask Mothers, carry on with this thankless task. ______________________________________________________ This piece is about a left-alone mother remembering her son staying away and far. Her mind is musing on what her heart is perhaps not in agreement. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 06.09.08 |