Mother

He felt her hand against his head
Encased within her womb
His thoughts of life outside this world
Spawned visions of sure doom

A paradox of sort it seems
Is what she had in mind
For her son would have all his needs
Until the end of time

He shall not want for fantasy
She'd make them all appear
With visits from the leprechauns
And Santa's ten reindeer

There won't be time for loneliness
Nor grief and discontent
Depression will be cast out quick
By mirth and merriment

Determined youth soon passed her by
Abolished innocence
Irate the child now becomes
His mother, petulance

Beyond the sorrows of bygones
She knows it will return
Inside his heart, his mother's love
Forever he will yearn

Memories, he kept tightly checked
The pawn is now the king
Sharpened image of youth past
Replaces suffering

She felt his hand against her head
As she lay in her berth
He only hopes he now portrays
An image of her worth

Author ~ Paul J Haldy