Alexander Fernandez


The Loss Of My Mother


To Jean from Julian

Not only a woman of beauty, loved and loving, but a spirit of immeasurable depth
A mother to me
My ground and measure
Now time is stopped and the air fogged
And I a son, your family and friends, stand motionless

Glow on the dawn horizon
The night has past
With the rising day’s sun
New hope new start
Save you by my side

No matter the hour
You made it bright
The star in my sky
You remain alight
And centre of my sense

Always in thought
When asleep
When awake
Whenever wherever
My soul your new home

Forever we walk in synchronised step
Never early nor late
Now witness the joy
You brought to my life
My beacon my brilliant companion

A true mother and friend
My father’s wife

Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010
Edited: Thursday, April 29, 2010

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