Mother Dearest: A Poem
The jeering crickets have come crying
Peering through the night’s silence
The crimson moon is glowing
Casting light upon this unfair world
Nestled here I kneel, beneath this nightly sky
With my despair as shadow and clone
Polishing your long aged stone
And waiting for resurrection morning
I am bent and shrunken by a truth
That you in whose cone my heart was forged
Is now but a fleeting incense, a candle the wind
Never knowing my name nor the poet i have become
But I cradle this consolation
Of your fate being mine in time to come
O now I ask of you
Before death calls my name
And I shed my earthly skin
Be good to me mother dearest
Find a path to my mortal dreams
And cradle me in my nightly screams
Please be fair to me mother dearest
Do not let me go in the ways of all men
With lingering crust of my broken childhood
Never clinging to your fairy arms
Never knowing, the bliss of your motherly bosom.