Oh mother who worries and cares too much,
The child in me still craves your gentle touch,
That soothing touch that healed my injured knee,
Banished my fears and eased my misery.
Who can know agony of motherhood,
The ordeal, which with deep love, you withstood
And pushed and pushed against the gnawing pain
And bravely did it many times again
Or share your depth of anguish and despair,
Feel your children’s distress not knowing where,
With grim foreboding await the sad news
Which calls friends and family to the pews?
Who can know the inhumane ills you bear
Through love of fledgling stronger than your fear,
Domestic abuse silently endure;
For a true mother’s love there is no cure.
But who can experience a mother’s joy?
It is more priceless than precious alloy;
The boundless pleasure of love victorious,
The bubbling treasure of life vicarious.
She needs no justification or price,
No compensation for her sacrifice
And even when forced into fatherhood,
To catch, to kill and then to cook the food,
In her satisfaction to watch them grow
Resides, like rivers into ocean flow,
Pride in her bosom at her child’s success;
Was worth all of the pain she will confess.
Many days you went hungry and undone
With sleepless nights from the day I was born,
Oh mother, how can I repay you, for
Boundless love, I will owe you evermore.
Though there were times when, in my ignorance,
I thought that life was mine to take the chance
And felt stifled by your nagging concern,
In life’s fast lane I had to bruise to learn;
The years taught me the wisdom of the old,
Like Solomon’s temple inlaid with gold,
Was wrought with tribulation’s nuggets stored
Beginning with the love and fear of God.
To you it matters not what I have done –
Hurt at what I have or have not become,
Unconditional love always assured,
Your love is stronger, stronger than your word.
And Lord forbid that day of woe should come,
You pass on before me, forever gone,
I know I never could repay the cost
Or substitute that which I had and lost.
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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