A Mother's Plea

  Come back, my child with flaxen hair

From the ravages of hell-- despair

Will leave you when you cast it out.

Forgive yourself and me, don't doubt

The love that wraps you in its arms

And cradles you from ills and harms,

And wars you wage within your mind,

My golden boy, so hard to find.

Where did you go, my first born son?

I begged you stay and watched you run

To worlds beyond your realm or scope.

I never will let go of hope

Of life for you that's calm and free,

Of nights that simply let you be.

I pray and beg with all my heart

For God to issue one more start,

And you to take his gift with grace,

Uplifting heart and mind, and face

Will turn to smiles and lose the frown.

I've tried to never let you down

But life is cruel and fate can win

So take my hand and let's begin

To heal the wounds and sooth the pain

And cherish all that may remain

To have and hold and love and share.

Stand in His light, your soul to bare.

Bathe in the warmth, and purity

Will render strength, security.