Every day of my ongoing life, what I see in
Sleep or awake, is a picture that haunts me and
Even taunts me. It is a spectre, it won’t go away.
Is that my wish or do I secretly covet that vision?
That spectral picture of man, woman and child,
Unceasing, causes me wonder. Is this of the Past?
Could it be a scene from my childhood?
Who in this colossal wide world can tell me?
While I’m in sleep or awake ~ there’s no end
If there a reason for this, to me it’s a mystery.
With the picture is a voice, I don’t recognize,
Soft and gentle, entreatingly, addressed to me.
So, please forgive me for what I have done
Stop ~ mother dear, of blame, you are pure.
When more than one, blame must be shared
And in the end, forgiveness is the cure.
All this I dream while in sleep or awake.
My dear mother has gone to her rest;
That’s also true of my father. For them, I grieve.
My belief, in life at the end, all’s for the best
My Mom and my Dad, left me one legacy
Well, maybe more, one, two or three.
Speak the truth, avoid placing blame, in the
End you are a winner of castigation you’re free
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
January 7, 2011