A Son's Prayer

A look back to how I felt on the day my mother passed away.

The distant love I heard was gone.
Carried away by angels from above.
I felt alone, afraid of the uncertainty.
My friend, my mother is gone.

The voice said she was in heaven.
I knew what she meant.
Thousands of miles apart.
I walk along the shores at midnight.
Sunrise to sunset I sat and pondered.
Darkness surrounds the inner feelings.

Tired and cold, so tired, so cold.
Does she hear me cry?
Does she hear me at all?

For I feel lost, in doubt of all.
A child still, a war burns within.
I beg you to let her in when she knocks
on your gate.
Allow her the freedom, the light.

Allow me to survive, to understand why.
I look to you to guide me now.
For my mother is gone.

I never got to say goodbye.
I never heard her cry.
I lived a hell, but I loved today.
I feel her spirit on those
special days, especially
when a baby cries.


Written by E. Roman,
Boston-Fiction 5/1990