Eyes, soft swept now closing, free,
Find peace from days duress;
Solice on night’s pillow now
To comfort Mother’s stress.
Days on end she toils true
Fighting back the pain
Of lifetimes traded up and down
To give her boys their Names.
No thought for self, at least not heard,
She teaches them from birth
To follow gentle paths less trod,
Make good their time on Earth.
I marvel at my luck divine
To find her _here_ somehow,
And know she sleeps without a care
At least, I trust, for now.
Sleep, peaceful beauty given
From God’s own throne above
To us to have, to hold, to trust
And answer, “What is love?”
[I wrote this a couple years ago while in a very small apartment and missing Alicia immensely. It really relates to all Mom's though. Happy Mother's Day.]
Rob–
Your poem is beautiful! Wow, Alicia–he’s a keeper! I love your webpage. Very nicely done. Homestead.com has online photo album capabilities, though I’m not sure it’s exactly what you’re looking for. Good luck! We’ll keep checking back.