Mother's Not An Oasis

I can't equate thee with an oasis, Nor with a weary voyager's sole port, A last hope no one can afford to miss, Nor a child's fondest dream, her last resort. Thou art more than a paltry sandy green, Thine verdant pasture's spread many a mile, Solace to all, soothing balm thou hast been, What's an oasis but a tiny isle? Eternal thine grace much wider is spread, And when a long-lost son, defeated soul, Returns as if from desert's dreary dread, Showered is he all thine love, grace and all. No mere oasis, a life-giving kiss, Thou art nothing less than eternal bliss. _______________________________________________ Sonnets | 07.04.04 |