Matron of Help

There was grace
In each movement
Wrinkled hands
Knowing smile
One who walked
Birthings, heartache
Giving help
Every mile.
And the beauty
Had lingered
And the sparkle
Still showed
And the dance
Of a darling
Casting off
Aging’s load.
What could be
Her Sustainer
And the timeless resource?
It was Love
And her passport
To Heaven,
Of course.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

http://www.poetry.com/poems/1054545-Matron-of-Help

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s