A mother's last wish

  

I have a deep yearn and I wish it settle the scream, screech lodge in my throat,

I can write but not speak it,

a mother’s desire to see her youngest, a vision that never filled her presence,

I at short distance of her death-bed, she cry out a name...as something Divine

stood near me,

son who is that young lady sitting next to you, "mother I’m awake watching over you...no one is here",

something sprang from her deep maternal instincts,

I guarded her with reverence Jehovah’s finest,

yet something guarded me, in purest white, beautiful as a mother’s thoughts.

Rafael G Gonzalez