A Mother's Kiss

A Mother's Kiss

She held him, just a baby,
As all good mothers will,
Reveling in his tiny self,
Sleeping soft and still;

She watched him, just a child,
Toddling 'round the yard,
Laughing at his early falls,
Her joy, tho' life was hard;

She heard him, just a simple man,
Preaching his vision true,
She saw the others mark him,
And she knew what he would do;

She saw him, smiling down to her,
While crucified and crushed,
For all mankind he sacrificed
To feed their angry lust;

She held him, just her baby,
When him at last they lowered,
A single tear fell from her eye,
Its crashing echo heard;

She kissed him, on his bloody brow,
In this moment, grief was lost,
A mother's love understood,
His gift and its fated cost.

She placed him, just a broken shell,
Into his tomb so dark,
There she left her heart with his,
Forever one, to never part.

© Alys
19 July 2005