My Eyes
are filled with tears
Knowing each of the steps
I’ve taken
We’re steps
Walking with you
To the end of your
Life’s mission.
Your death
was always near
and my soul
Understood
The realization
of your end
But
Acknowledging
The existence
of your beginning
Can never be
a plausible
Mention
Without understanding
the relationship of a mother and son.
As I look back over
Our life together
I am not moved
by the lack of time
spent
But profoundly
Amazed
At what I’ve
Become.
Because of that
Their something about the relationship
between a mother and a son
That should be noted
With clarity,
Acknowledged with praise
and a keen sense of
infinite wisdom.
When a son
has been raised
to be a man
The road
a mother and son
travel
Will have,
And has had
many turns,
twist,
hills and valleys.
For many
looking at the relationship
With their noses
Pressed up against
the glass
can only see
the distance
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