Ode For My Loved Mum Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Thinking about the past
i have the present added
the response is oft tomorrow's
hurtful sorrows

unable to spend or to borrow
it is an overloaded basket of sorrow
this woman had, when her eyes were ailing,
she begged me for praying

then she cannot keep smiling and so
she cannot write nor create, like i used to do
even walking with a mobike would be troubeling, but up-to-date
i had really to do with her and asked the Lord to be my advocate

this lonesome lady of the pain
i treat her the same as the sorrowful saints
as the others in their shabby sorrow rusk
i promised her to pray each dawn and dusk

i regard her just as adorable
as my beloved mother....
only with this difference
my beloved Mum has a blitz appearance
and much forbearance

my most respected only one, my loved mum,
constantly did her precious task
as my provider the greatest mental bask
of all kinds of love and more
included many texts from the Holy Scriptures
she sent through post and phone loving and caring calls encore
yes, sir, she stood tallest
she presenting the Words of our Lord Highest AlMighty
one thing i most regret and now i reveal true saddest

i still hope that i constantly will be
in touch with her mental shelter
as the loving and caring mother, none other
my most diligent mental provider
of my most needed mental whisperer

that has given me the grandest emotive bed
the grandest devotional shed
as if she were living yet
through Christ who is risen from the dead

Amen....


Pipi, while walking with Sylvie on this emotional Path to the Day
that Jesus would ascend to Heaven next 10th of May....1985 years ago,
at 33 years young....


© Sylvia Frances Chan

AD. Wednesday the 11th of April 2018
@ 7.43 hrs.A.M. West-European Time