PiusRalph Effiong
@piusralpheffiong345529
1 year ago

MY MOTHER
In the cradle's hold gleams a heart of gold,
Enduring nine months of trial and strife,
Perseverance and patience its virtues foretold,
As tribulations pass by in fleeting life.

Day and night, she toiled with tears streaming,
Leaving no trace of regret behind,
Dreaming of a future like stars gleaming,
But death's cruel hand rendered vision blind.

The abyss remains, a void impossible to fill,
Memories sinking deeper in each passing day,
Only the Creator possesses the skill,
To mend this broken soul, to light the way.

The night stretches on, refusing to break,
As the weary senses yearn for much-needed rest,
Thoughts of anguish invade, causing hearts to ache,
Yet we trudge forward, with tears as our bequest.

When will we gather, to reckon our worth,
To account for the roles we've played in life's ship,
Drums roll out, bringing a message to the earth,
That hope, though faded, is not all adrift.

By PiusRalph EFFIONG
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