COLIN IAN JEFFERY - POEMS
Song my mother sang
When babe in arms
My mother sang to me
Soft and lilting
Voice precious to my heart.
Long since gone
Beyond sight and touch
Grave deep, never woken by tears.
With wind’s whispering tones
Again I hear her song
Touching my soul with a mother’s love.
Trapped within damaged brain
Body twisted, limbs trembling
Sitting in hospital yard
Humming tunes without melody.
Bright soul standing tall
Articulate mind intact
Singing melodious songs of love
Only God and he can hear.
Young boy at prayer
He kneels weeping beside his bed, grieving
Whispering prayers to God, seeking peace of mind
Healing for the sadness overwhelming
Loss that seems too much for the heart to bear.
Tells of his grandmother, darling Nana
Dying in a hospice, body ravaged by cancer
Asks for Divine intervention for her to be received
Into Heaven, greeted by angels, no longer in pain.
Knows he will never forget Nana and her boundless love
How happy she made him with treats, cuddles and kisses.
Ends the prayer thanking God for hearing him
And for him having such loving parents
Teachers and classmates, and his best friend
Henry the pug dog, with delightful wagging tail.
Sheltering against freezing cold
Huddled under cardboard in shop doorway
Teeth chattering, praying for coming dawn.
Penniless and homeless, hungry and thirsty
Wondering when he will eat again
Hear kind words, given money for food.
Left home when life became too much
With pressures he could not overcome
Now pride prevents returning home.
Rain falls and midnight hour chimes
And thinking of friends and family
He weeps for those he left behind.