Mother

MOTHER She’s gone to Jesus, adults told me, This logic, my childish mind did not see, Why would she leave, just made no sense, Not to an eleven year old at the cemetery fence, It’s not bad to cry they said to me, Why? Returning home there she’d be, At home I rush inside to see, Expecting her in bed to be, The room is empty, the bed well made, All in its place, covers are laid, Realization! She won’t be back I know, Rushing out, the tears begin to flow, Knowing how much I miss you, Why did you go? Mother I do not know if I’ll see you again, But for you, my love, will forever remain. @ Cliff Spero Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 07:12 AM PST, Clifford Lionel Spero    18 • 0 • 8