Mother Poem by Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby

Would God but guide this wayward pen?

Or lift me above my fellow men?

I'd scribe such wondrous lines to thee

That critics would cross the world to see



You taught me ever to be true

But no-one is always that but you

Of constancy you used to say

In life indeed ‘tis the only way



And yet in gazing ‘round me now

I fear that most men have taken the vow

The truth shall only serve the hour

Whatever will answer best hath power



So cast like seed on thorny field

Life's sordid side is soon revealed

One light burns brightly ever clear

No misguided doubts can enter here.



No matter what in life's unsure

My faith in this gleaming light's secure

A mother's love must ever be

A firm unshaken reality.



Lawrence Frankpitt FEARBY

23/09/1942