TO A MOTHER . . .

She guided me - not unalike a beacon to ship . . .

Caught me - should I stumble or should I trip . . . 

Cast beside me like a shadow - she loyally remained . . .

Oh how she fought for me - kept my dignity retained . . .

Stood there patiently - while after my dreams I chase . . .

Into her arms - encased within a warm loving embrace . . .

She kept my plate full - my clothes and shoes clean . . .

Accepted all my sins - never to me - was she mean  . . .

Then the years passed - I filled her with less worry . . . 

As here I was - Child in arms - now in less of a hurry  . . .

In her own loneliness - still standing in my shadow  . . .

Her faced etched - her hidden pain to all on show . . .

Every now and then - I would see her deep in thought . . .

Had she done enough for me in everything she had taught . . . 

No longer the child - but a woman - her pain I could see . . . 

Wondering if now - she would have enough faith in me  . . .

So one day I can guide her unalike a beacon to a ship . . .

Catch her - should she stumble or she should trip . . .

Cast beside her like a shadow - my loyalty to her remained  . . .

Fight for her - keep for her - her dignity to be retained  . . .

So in my arms - encased within a warm loving embrace . . .

She can leave this world - for dream only she can chase . . .

Indiana . . . : )