MAMMA, MUMMY, MOM

The crescent of your smile,

reflects the moons new birth,

its fire, its quiet calm constancy,

its flash of love, its ever lit beauty,

round and whole in time,

denotes a grace, a peace, a joy

no pain can now destroy,

there on your face, my mother

mamma, mummy, mom,

so dear, so clearly meant for me,

your sonny, son, your little Joe,

the child who bit your toes when tiny,

now remembers you, as you lay lost

in some cruel grip of frosted pain,

so far, so high in skies of black,

so out of reach, so, so in need of me,

I bleat the sound of lambs,

and tears fall down my cheeks

as helplessly, I hold your hand

and smiling back at you,

I think you knew that I was there,

so quietly sobbing at your side,

ah would that I could touch once more your hand,