A MOTHER'S MEMORY
O Mother dear, who once did bear,
my soul in silence, wrapped in care,
for nine long months, in hidden grace,
you sheltered life its light, its trace.
Alone you walked, through joy and pain,
through love’s soft fire, through loss and gain.
Your name returns like whispers low,
a fragrant breeze from long ago.
More rare than gold in kingdoms wide,
your heart shone bright, unswayed by pride.
Were you not, in that sacred gleam,
an angel born of heaven’s dream?
Your eyes held kindness, calm and deep,
you watched o’er all, you dared not sleep.
Forever strong, yet ever mild,
you crossed each field, you soothed each child.
No one was cast aside or scorned,
be meek or bold, all hearts you warmed.
Each soul received, without pretense,
the gift of your vast patience.
You built with hands so full of grace,
a home, a bright and tender place,
a harbor clear, where love would grow,
where minds could rest and spirits glow.
O Mother, none can take your place,
your name still wraps me in its grace.
You dwell now in the veiled afar,
beyond all grief, beyond each scar.
You’ve passed the shore we cannot see,
where silence holds eternity…
But we believe a day shall rise,
when you’ll return before our eyes,
when God, in peace serene and wide,
will bring us to your gentle side,
and every tear the night has sown,
shall vanish where the moonlight shone.
RASAMINDRAKOTROKA Andry Tiana
May 26, 2025
Date de dernière mise à jour : Lun 26 mai 2025
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