Sunday 4 May 2014


A Poem for Our Mother’s

You woke early to get breakfast

For me and my Dad

My Mother dear who

Cared for others so much

 

You went that morn with myrrh

To Lord for our God

Our Mother dear who

Hoped to anoint found the Angel

 

You go for protest this week

How your People and ancestors

Honorable hostess dear who

Suffer the Maoist regimes

 

You called down by the child

For company and our shows

My granny dear who

Put tyrant’s toys away and Mom appeased

 

You off to work the crack of dawn

For this guy and the student

Mother of my child dearest who

Brought home the bacon and Our Daily Bread

 

You first prayed the Psalms

For us, family and friend

Other Grandma dear who

Passed on when we were a small one

 

You prayed over Jerusalem

All who face a storm or scatter

As a mother hen gathers her chicks

Under her wings, Wisdom Holy Spirit

 

We join your church Sunday AM

Your daughter and I go

Not just to endure these tirades

But to bring back the grandchild mother-in-law

 

We attend your Church Our Mother

Bride of Christ whom was first

Mary and e’en the second Sunday of May

Think like of us men like mothers

The end