Mothers

To a mother whose day rests in the month of May,

Long has it been since the moment of your day,

A glad event of love for a day,

The scrapes and burses all gone a way,

A reflection of your love in a single way,

Remember, please remember be glad this day,

A Mothers Day in a month of May.

 

Good tidings you see I did finally made my way.

A reflection of love, the tidings your way.

 

 

I did reflect a bit on the value of such a poem as I wrote, then to my dismay I forgot a Mother who went another way….

 

Do you not hear a Mothers Wail…

All of the tears, all of the fears are herd in a mothers wail,

The gleam of pride taken with but a life, is herd in a mothers wail,

What gives man a right, as to have such a fight as to create a mothers wail,

What fear of hair, what contempt of smile, lies in the creator of the Mothers wail,

The miss of but a child is a mothers wail,

 

A cry of war is a Mother’s hell.

 

Least we forget that No child should Die by a Weapon of war.

Chas