Ode to a mother

I’m backing across the threshold of New Year

Heart restless and empty with fear

Your prayer filled blessings are echoing still

In my ear, on the phone, be it God’s will.

You’re here often and at quare times;

Crossing eternity’s bridges at odd chimes.

You know without asking now how we are

Cares and concerns echo still from afar.

You gave so much but I want to ask more

Answers to the questions I answered before.

With faith, fragile hope and sure love

We entrust you to the care-giver above.

His banquet prepared and table set

Friends are around, and relations, I bet;

I pray you are happy though it’s not the same

The place he prepared where Dad knows your name.

(For Lena Hayes (1926–2002)