Emilie Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

From distant childhood, she grew up craving
Deprived of love and tender caring
Her mother's death in childbirth paved
An essential need a child had to waive.

In sterile parenting her father tried,
To raise five daughters all in stride.
His excessive anger bred from grief
Sowed a deep sadness with no relief.

Her unloving siblings, they gave vent
To grave abuse and tantrums spent
Her childlike psyche warped, distorted
In age had grown, but now aborted.

Physical presence failed in fruition
To give her a bond of mutual affection
Discord and revenge was her frenzied stage
A child whose life was broken by rage.

Yes she grew up with fragile emotions
But my father loved her inspite of conditions
At last in his young arms she had found
The love that would keep her safe and sound.

But Fate had a cruel game to play
Another woman had taken him one day
It broke her heart in sheer desolation
Only in God did she find consolation.

With the passing of years, all had departed.
Her father, her siblings, and her dearly beloved.
Now in her eighties, she is still a survivor
In health and in wealth, a mighty victor.

With unwavering faith and rock endurance
By grace from God she ran her distance
With all of us children, she tackled her life on
Even when Pain gave her a marathon.

Her legacy welded in emotional scars
Speak volumes of lessons I have learned so far
The years built her monument in this heart
My dear mother is Emilie, of her I am a part.





I Love You Mom!
November 18,2009

(Emilie Buhain - June 27,1921 - September 18,2010 Sydney Australia)



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This poem was chosen and featured in Faithwriters Jewel Chest,2009.