SwanSong

My Mother

In the dark of night, I think I’ve heard,

Your anklet's soft and tinkling word.

Such sweet melody in a rhythm divine,

Or is it just a longing dream of mine?

I’ve heard them call your name with dread,

With fear in their heart and trembling breath.

They speak of your rage, temper fiercest,

And tell your deeds in gory tales of death.

Oh, my mother, they know of your name,

Know you and know you well, they claim.

Yet, mother, they’ve never seen your face,

And know nothing of your warm embrace.

Let them speak of rage, let tales be told,

But take me in your lap, into your fold.

I know the play behind these fierce eyes,

I know all your games of truth and lies.

Empress of worlds, your radiance glows,

The kindness of a mother forever flows.

You are unbeaten in your majestic grace,

There can be none to ever take your place.

Don’t let me forget it, forget any of it, at all.

Make me remember you with just one call.

Basking in your love, mother, let me adore,

Let me be a child, your child, once more…

― GS

More Poetry Posts

Take me Home