by Richard Mcallister
Life goes on I know , mother
there’s nothing to be done.
But thought of life without you, mother, leaves my spirit numb.
The past weeks have been hell for you, mother,
in pain and so much more.
But the selfish part of me complains, mother,
of my eyes, they are still sore.
Elated does not explain, mother,
the feelings I feel now.
On knowing you recover, mother,
I want to make a vow.
I’ll never take you for granted, mother,
I’ll never make that mistake.
For twenty-two years I have, mother,
from now I’ll give not take.
This poem can’t express, mother,
all that I have felt and feel.
But these feelings and this love, mother,
are nothing less than real.