A Mother's Delight

The sun shone bright and warm,

bedazzling her pearly white gown

plaits were dancing in a swarm,

gleamy grew the hours in farm ..

butterflies and bees flew out over loud flowery shows

clouds rained, long and cold, of pearly showers of flowers

she stood there with exasperation, in awe

and white as marble even paler than snow

round my neck, her dear arms did

most fondly and caress enfolded

wondering she was, whom had she held

in her arms and dreams, in her life untold,

a fool I was, to see her and yet behold

I am what I am, no one cares or knows

my friends forsake me like a memory lost

the self consuming animal of my woes

they rise and vanish in oblivion's host

when did my feelings get so deep

why did they take that big long leap

since when did her smile make me go weak

since when did her tears make mine start to leak

why does this happen when i'm always so strong

when i looked into the skies i saw birds that flies

that have brought themselves miles

as the people walk with smiles and

when I went into the sea

I felt my heart rush with glee

seeing those debris that makes me

want to see I went into the mountains

that only soil contains

but when she comes as the rain still they remain

I looked and saw those things

and wonder in my life what it brings

and then my heart gladly sings,

"oh what wonderful things!"

when lifes tempests blow high

in seclusion, no longer i tread,

where the prim roses lie

and the green mosses spread

how do I love thee, let me count the ways,

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

my soul can reach when feeling out of sight

for the ends of being an ideal grace

I love thee to the level of every one's

most quiet need by sun and candle light

I love thee freely, as people strive for right

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,

I love thee with the passion put to use

in my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith,

I love thee with a love i seemed to lose

with my lost sainthood, i love thee with the breath,

smile, tears of all my life, and if God chose,

I shall but love thee better after my death,

for only when I die, I am gonna be a prince