sufferance has curtailed time,
a stoical, distance stare,
tremulous but sublime.
Long, lanky fingers,
emit reverberations,
shaking me cold,
in desperation.
Words of wisdom,
Firm and fulfilling,
a pristine kingdom.
an altar eternally gleaming,.
What can I do?
You've travelled so far,
Time has you scarred,
And time has me barred.
My love is yours,
My spirit and soul.
My tears are of pain,
For you my blessed saint.
© Copyright Sergio A. Morales All Rights Reserved
Dedication of "Mother Blessed Saint"
This poem was written as a dedication to my sacred mother whom has since left me but lives in me through my every bit of blood,breath,palpitations and soul. I made a commitment to myself to dedicate a poem to my dear mother and I have done so. So a promise made a promise kept.
A mothers physical and eternal life will never pass unto the annals of forgetness. Her presence will always be felt, be it physically or spiritually. Mothers courage and protection has been the impetus to understanding life better. "Love You Mom Eternally"
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