Poem for Today : 'Mother'

Mother

Sitting, and smiling out on the world,

is the little old lady in grey;

wondering alone at the beauty unfurled

by the memories passing her way.

She's got a face that I'll remember,

yet one of a thousand kind,

set in the dawn of September

with soft eyes that are helpless, and blind.

Soft greying hair round the edge

that is turning to silver with time;

but her heart is much more than a pledge.

for it's laced thru' with gold, and it's mine.

Face wrinkled with lines and age

and yet, always smiling, you see

a proud lady, as wise as a sage,

like only a mother can be.

For three score years she's watched me,

with my many changing faces:

praise given where praise ought to be ---

then told me where my place is.

It’s really wonderful you know,

for your Mother, you will find.

stays on to liven up the show;

there's no other quite her kind.

© 1965 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh

From ‘Memories’

Published by Gazebo Books, 1966