by Richard Mcallister
The shell around me made of you, maternal protection as I grew.
I know it has to fall away, but I’ll never be ready for that day.
Your wilting body betrays the will, the strength and courage you instil.
This shield splinters day by day, your health I see it fade and stray.
Tears now they fill my eyes, but fate ignores my salty cries.
This fear comes from selfishness, but that does mean my love is less.
Death is that which all must face, a lesson that we all must taste,
I only wish it were not so soon, for you’ll never see me bloom.
Mother, your faith and love stands tall, through it you transcend us all.
We ten children and your spouse, will love you until life is doused.