TWAS THE LIGHT OF angel THAT SHONE UPoN
Night doth crept on silent heel.
Soft upon her bridal veil,
As she did smile upon the breast
of an infant nudging in feastly nest;
Twas the night of the month of June
A MOTHER SHE WAS AT THE YOUNG MAN’S TOMB
For it was they say fate that breathed
A dead mans breath to the unborn beam;
Yet why? She questioned in humble prayer
Did her lover not set upon sight
Of their little son’ very eyes
Born upon the day he died
Had death no mercy or manners I plight?
For she so young in her bridal braid,
Had no clue death had her a new
To face the world came a light of an angel,
From the smile of their son upon his mother
Poet Shanika Paul
Graduate ALLI(International) U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem