Tragedy of a Mother

Tragedy of a Mother

A Tribute to Mary, Mater Dolorosa
who patiently bore the sufferings
of her son and of her sacrifices
until her Assumption.


One Friday morn, she wakes in dread
a nightmare shook her rest in bed
T'was just a dream, she hoped and sighed
It's not like that my son will die.

Her phone then rings - it's the police,
You have to come here quickly, please
We need you here. And that is when
The eyes of fear then welled again

She dashed outside to catch a ride
The chill, it bit her through inside.
It's strange, it seems, that place is filled
with people, gathered, grave and stilled.

To watch the scene, her heart, it aches
yet softly, shattered will it breaks
Amidst the furious crowd she cries,
when lo, her child, her precious, dies.

The weight and pain of what she bore,
She had for long, but is no more.
But then... Oh dear, it's all a dream.
She loves her son... from her heart's stream.