Thoughts of My Mother

 

Thoughts of My Mother

 

 

The moon and stars rise far too early now, 

The nighthawk’s call heard far too soon

That marks the darkness cloak unfolding

Far too soon. Far too soon.

 

Children bring the bright of day, 

Happy cherubs’ singsong voices,

Their hopeful hearts beat in rhyme

To every morning’s light.

 

Hopes abound like sunrays never fading,

Painted brightly, dreams forever rising, 

 

I see her now, my mother, her face alight

At the children’s pleasured voices, 

Beaming bright as day,

And in her mind, childhoods in the distance

Float like ghosts before her 

And the darkness of the coming night.