The Springs Of Love Poem by Haala Marikar

The sound of the splintering stones
Is all my whispered lullaby,
Your perseverance against weary bones
Carries its own sweet melody.

All that floats toward my ears
Is the song of sacrifice,
The words are fervent, whispered prayers
For 'the one light of my eyes'.

And so, on my behalf, I pray,
Cut these words of mine in stone,
A reminder of debts I can't repay,
This promise as gratitude alone.

Engrave it in the heart of the hardest of rock,
Trace it not on passing gently gurgling streams,
For, despite the progress of the clock,
This promise will see me fulfill your selfless dreams.

When they said 'mother', they meant so much more,
They meant the breezes that caress one's brow,
They meant the spring that began rivers of love,
They meant the sacrifice that only you know.