Maurice Skillern

Author-Poet-Philosopher

Messages

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I wrote this poem for my Mother, who has since passed away.

MOTHER — I remember her,
I saw her yesterday,
she told me something
but I did not listen —
oh what did mother say?

YOU held me in your loving arms
every time you thought you should,
and when I tried and failed
to conquer the world
it was you who understood —

I remember how you’d comfort me
when I faltered you’d always say,
“Do not fret my son
though hard as things seem now
they’ll be easier one day.”

Mother — I remember her,
I saw her yesterday,
she told me something
but I did not listen —
oh what did mother say?

I remember you cleansed my mortal body
and when wrong you’d wash my soul,
but I thought that you would live forever
MOTHER when did you grow old?

When I saw you, your eyes they looked so tired
and your hair it looked so gray,
yet when I asked you mother
if help you needed,
“No” is all you’d say . . .

You went on to say,
“Do not fret my son
though old age weighs heavily on me,
I have much to do
many tasks to complete
before God will set me free.”

© Maurice "MoSkill" Skillern 2004
From the book "Messages"