I posted thhis some time ago. Just thought it best to reprint for those who may have missed it. A morbid thought but I always hoped that it would have some real meaning to someone. Alvin A Mother’s Tears The clock ticks, soon marching steps forlorn Will clip the time of the fast approaching dawn. I looked at her and what did I see, Tear-filled eyes - my mother - crying for me Crystal drops falling like shattered glass, Broken, Her dreams for me did not come to pass. The teardrops spoke; it’s not her fault Yet whispered words still sowing doubt, Planted seeds growing weeds of disbelief Her son, a murderer and a thief A mother’s pain there for all to see The result of my keeping bad company Marching steps, tick-tock the clock Approaching time for that fatal walk. She said it all, those teary eyes Streaks of sorrow as she cries Making trails of pain and rancour Droplets, stepping-stones to memories we harbour Of those times, with unbelieving sighs. Did she not question what she knew were lies I looked at her now wracked with pain Acid caredrops spattering, all in vain Those red rimmed orbs, sad setting suns Preceding the hurt; the nightmare before it comes A mother’s love, how she weeps for me Soon, those final steps to eternity Then her loving face is all I will see As I meet what’s in store for me. That tear lined face, on bended knee While I confront my fate, my destiny. If only I had shared her worried cares Listened as she preached her fears, If only I had walked her way I would not be facing death today. The pain I caused her hurts me deep The clock ticks, marking steps to my final sleep How many steps the clock don’t say Steadily ticking away this, my final day, Marching steps of my last procession Mother’s grieving face my only possession. Did she not try to show me the way Yet in spite of it all I still went astray Echoes of her vain cries hauntingly return Those searing words my soul now to burn Will heaven curse my strangled pleas? I did not listen nor heed her cries Too late, For now I die. The clock soon stops; time no longer flies Alvin Narine © 22nd May, 2005.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 16:32:58 +0000
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