A cold and dark New Year’s Eve
Celebration the world over
Sidney, Singapore, Moscow, Rome and London
Swiftly, time crosses into a new millennium
And there sit I
Watching history being made around the globe
Unwillingly, I give in to realization
My quest of ten years searching
For the Mother who gave me life
The dawning of a new century with still no answers
Like Niagara Falls, the tears flowed
No holding back what will not stay
Suddenly, a warmth from deep within
Surrounding me with a love I’d not yet known
I always thought the warmth I felt
Came from the sun above
A renewed determination to continue the search
Little did I know
It’s that warmth within my heart
From Heaven she beckons me so true
Soon, the sadness of truth is revealed to me
Five years too late
January 10, 1995
Another date, engraved on the walls of my heart
The price for fear of the unknown
So onward I push for a meeting of hearts
When on the day before Mother’s Day in 2000
Searching through archives of obituary pages
I knew not the face
Only her name
Then across a screen, a picture flashed by
“Wait go back, that’s her”
I actually recognized a face I’d not seen in forty-three years
Like looking in a mirror
The furnace within my heart roars with emotions
Not half an hour later, I stood at her grave
The long and winding road
Across the depths of time and space
Has brought me back to her
Love without end
Between Mother and Son
The umbilical cord of love
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2003
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- Comment from author about the poem: In a note to one of you, we talked of our first poems. Mine, I'd thought I would post here, but now I remember was on of number of poems I'd lost by mistakenly hitting the wrong button some years ago. But this is one that still survived.
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So glad that you found your Mum but so sad that she had passed but that umbilical cord of love will now never be broken.
Andy
No Andy, the umbilical cord of love can never be broken. Thanks for the visit.
A sensitive write AP.
The first 3 years after I found her were pure Hell for me, but I'm sure it was no picnic for her for the 43 years prior to my finding her. Thanks for your comments and the read Orchi.
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