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.