A Mother’s Love

by Ray Shermer

To stay with her that final night,
I argued so in vain.
So many thrums,
hands over ears,
so many years, the pain.
Her frightened stare,
I wasn’t there,
a somber sad refrain.
She passed this world
alone, alone.
Yet, never to complain.
So many years my heart was sealed,
too shameful to explain.
But then, a voice in graveyard soft,
“There’s no one here to blame.”