Ancient Mother Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

let us together go my ancient mother
let us together go
dusk is past and night time come
for us.

come take my hand
I fear not your ghastly hand
nor the misery of your sufferings
in your pale withered face

at least you are not skeleton
and decked in the old flesh
that before your last illness
were.

so let us go.

the caravan awaits, the ghost
horses neigh occasional
and now take my hand, mother,
now alight

and let the driver
take us where he will
all places now for us be
just the same.

and there be drear even when
we reach Dawn.