Mother of Mine

Come not to me when I feel pure

But in my darkened spirit’s state,

All life’s discords I endure

And through the ages I shall wait

To feel your hand upon my brow

As I kneel before you incomplete

Until the moment when I know

That you are all and touch your feet.

Come not to me when I am old

My body weakened and in pain,

The hearth untended, the fire cold,

But come to me as I was then

Young and joyous in your room,

Stunned to silence by your smile

Dispelling fear, dispatching gloom,

Where I lived eternity awhile.

Come now to me, my soul cries out

Rework this fading sketch of man.

Mother of mine, forget me not

And wrap me in your arms again.