Treasure Island

Almedia Knight Oliver


A Mother's Jewel


Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body

Not even one dropp of red flowed through her veins
As, she lay between the walls of the living
And the dead... the silencer had
Muffled her voice

While from a distance, morbidly taking notes of
My own mortality in a state of gloom …
The pallbearers step forward.


Abundantly reserved, the grieving mother looks on
As white satin covers her precious pearl
Her heart quietly pulsating grief and
Her damp eyes choosing to hide
Behind shades, then with style
And grace, she slowly leads
the procession into the
Entrance, leaving her
Precious jewel in
heaven’s abode.




November 1,2006

Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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  • Paige S (4/30/2010 10:13:00 AM)

    Such a sad and moving poem! Absolutely beautiful! I love how quiet it makes me feel as I read it. Lovely! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (4/16/2010 7:49:00 AM)

    Indeed she's mother's jewel, but more than this - if 'more' is the appropriate word, she is heaven's jewel. Moving. Powerful, yet so mild. (Report) Reply

  • Lady Grace (4/12/2010 4:34:00 PM)

    poetry is really an art, it captures attentions, it expresses emotions...mothers are the universal healers and world's greatest teacher, .the loss of her love one is her fall..i like this composition almedia, this is so nice...smileeeeeeeee (Report) Reply

  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (4/11/2010 11:05:00 AM)

    ‘…leaving her /Precious jewel in /.heaven’s abode.’

    Ma’am you’ve monopolized in Mom’s pathos and ethos…
    Because you’ve made yourself a Perfect Mom…well all Moms are good but some are excelling in all parameter
    Voted 10++
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/15/2009 9:43:00 PM)

    And grace, she slowly leads
    the procession into the
    Entrance, leaving her
    Precious jewel in
    heaven’s abode..verytouchy andI almost cried in emotions.... mother is mother andnoone can compensate the loss..it is sotearful departure form beloved ones.....10

    read minebidding farewell...o, mother..momi cryu even today.... mom i miss yoiu.. mother andi wept. allon mother series.. (Report) Reply

  • Aziz Alkaabi (10/2/2009 2:11:00 PM)

    I read your poem at random when the title caught my eyes,
    Having visited my mother in the hospital and seeing her getting better but she did not sleep the night before and the drugs playing with her mind,
    You managed to water my eyes plenty!
    Excellent poem, (Report) Reply

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