Return To Mother Poem by Sarah N. Williams

Labored breath;
gasping,
grasping,
clinging to life’s thread
by fingernails...
the silver cord’s edges frayed
to just a ravel.

The dancing youth,
skirts twirling to the seemingly endless
caliope of ageless song,
has now faded, as the light,
into the twilight of days,
the thunder...now but a memory.

Ancient Eyes gaze on withered hands;
hands long since bled dry
of labor
of the toil of life,
but never short on love.

Memories of nightingale lullabyes;
lulling little heads to dreamy slumber,
the joy of hearing the word ‘mother’
uttered from the mouths of babes...

trickle down memories
of stories about pirates and princesses
echoed through the years
to prancing, dancing angel-buds
known as 'grandchildren'..

flooding memories now,
with flowing tears of honor from those loved
and who loved;
The dam shattered
by death’s kindly hand.

A legacy is left, this night,
from a silent Goddess;
One whose smile
mended broken hearts,
whose kiss
could calm the angriest sea,
whose loving sacrifices
earned her the title ‘great’
with the cry of the newest cherub
born to this world.

Darkness unfolds itself,
it’s great arms of mystery
envelope one little white dove,
carressing her very soul...

'Well done, my child.'