My Mother

She is like a pillar of strength

To, all, each one and sundry

She radiate the warmth

Even when she passes by

She showers the

Blessings through her

Lullabies

The emotions overwhelm her

The tears flow silently

And yet the eyes smile

And blink a message

Of love and understanding

I hold my breath (in pain no doubt)

And look up in amazement

And try my utmost best

And slowly and silently I

Close my eyes; With Thine

Expression to cool my own

I once wondered how it

thus could be

A frail soul could bear

The brunt of life smilingly

But it seeped through me

Like water through the plant

That no matter what may come

You've got to fight the weedlings

For the arrival of your young

With sadness weighing heavily

In the precious eyes

That I adore

She creeps silently and softly

Into the little den

Which is my very own

She looks upon me

With love brimming in her eyes

And reaches out to ease me

When fever's burning me inside

Her eyes

Mirror the reflection of love

The sadness of her withered heart

The pain of the gone-by years

And in those eyes

I seek and find

The friendly glow of confidence

That pulls me up

When all else fails

Including the hand of god .

The strong wind blew

The clouds clapped their hands

I shuddered and clung to my

Faith in that hand .