Mother Love

Kevin Michael Bloor

when I set out to sail the sea
my mother cheered hooray!
Then prayed I’d stay away,
so glad she’d been set free.
When I set out to sail the sea
my mother cheered hooray!
 
What would I find across the sea
if fate or fortune smiled
on her unwanted child?
Would God provide for me?
What would I find across the sea
if fate or fortune smiled?
 
When I wrote home across the sea
my letters lay unread.
To her, I’d long been dead,
no longer family.
When I wrote home across the sea
my letters lay unread.
 
When I returned from o’er the sea
with pockets full of gold,
my mother, poor and old,
had missed me terribly
when I returned from o’er the sea
with pockets full of gold.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2023 10:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: For you, my dear old mother, (wherever you are) Not seen you for so long.
  • Category: Unclassified
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