- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Son (A Mother's Prayer)
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Oh how my heart doth break
not as a lover jilted
who hath touched thy flesh
but of a mother, grieving
for thy soul she bore
Never hath known this pain
within my breast that acheth
from one i was not joined
in union soul to soul
Familar to my being
this piercing heart
weepeth and bleeds for you
my son, my bosom cryth out
Oh Great Spirit, My God My God
The joy of my life
the bridge of my redemption
lost to demons who possess him
i've fought the fight
battle born and ready,steadfast
these many years
but i'm oh so weary
Sound thy trumpets
summons thy chosen, adorn full
in thine armor, sendeth out
thy horses for thine one
whose lost, in your full glory
reclaim what's rightfully yours!
Thy burden i layeth
at thy feet, which i can no
longer carry within my
bruised and battered spirit
my heart cryth out as only
a mother can...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agoThe poem does have a overall greatness to it... A mother crying out for her son.. But, there is a part or two in there that goes OFF topic and isn't related at all to what you were previously trying to say.. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it isn't what you would expect the next few lines to be.
