Requisit Respite

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

She Knows

A poem by Alexander Knight
for his mother

Feeling pains of growing world --
the nothings that pain more --
She feels me whether near or far,
And holds me to her.

Her warmth's what heats my veins,
Her will holds up my weight;
What smiles me when I climb high,
She's proud of me always.

She holds my love inside her heart,
She made my walls and chambers --
With Mortar blood and tears --
My ribs -- her arms -- protecting,
Ever holding, ever loving.

Thru nothing pains,
I close my eyes and --
I know she knows --
I love her.
I love her.


Anonymous said...

THAT my friend is a wonderful poem.

Susan Knight said...

I was pretty much stunned...