Requiescat 4 - Sonnet Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

I have not lost a mother, but gained a guide.
Released from flesh, and all that that implies,
I feel her presence now - a joyful bride
entering the royal mansion of the skies.

What she yearned for most was to belong.
A simple soul, she wanted love too much
and had to live with loss, but it made her strong:
she felt no shame in making faith her crutch.

Where inspiration comes from noone knows:
it arises from a geology of the heart.
For me in flesh a soil which blocked my flow
my mother now in spirit seems to impart
an upward passage throu which waters go …
and see, above, how all the fountains start!


The fourth of a sequence written after the death of my mother: : this on the morning of her funeral: : 05 May 2007