MOTHER

It was not so long ago,
that you nurtured me, walked
with me and held my hand.

I was little then

You walked and talked with me,
and told me biblical stories of
creation and how it all begin.

As I grew older you would
still walk and talk with me, but
about dreams of a larger plan.

I was getting older then

And then! your teaching increased, you
became more aggressive, you were molding me
into what you thought I should be as a man.

I am grateful for having an Angelic Mother
who was patient with me, and kept me safe.

I am older now

I now understand why you walked
with me and had those talks under
that old Oak tree.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003