In the dawn of my life,
I saw only harsh light.
Then next was my mother's face,
And my world became calm.
Things changed as I grew,
And I learned as I went about.
I laughed and played
And never had a care then.
Wonderous events began,
Within the Spring of my life;
Realizing the world was different,
Than when I was a babe.
My mother became older,
As I grew into adulthood,
And my needs changed as well,
Within the Summer of my life.
I still look upon my mother's face,
And always become calm.
She gives me something
That no one else can.
Now it is the Fall of my life,
And aging becomes a look of wrinkles.
I wonder what will happen next,
And how much longer there is.
I am not afraid at all,
Because I know mother is still here.
The calmness of her face,
Will get me thru it all.
She's in the Winter of her life, you see,
And I know it won't be long.
I will miss her terribly,
When she goes to heaven.
Whatever life brings to me,
I will handle it with care.
For I know mother will be there,
Waiting with calmness on her face.
by Jann Newland
©November 2006
