homework ending 09/05/16 Blessed Assurance

[Wendy Seddon]

Sorry - I have cheated.
This is something I wrote years ago but never did anything with it.
Seems to fit the theme and the pic.

Blessed Assurance

Katie you are beautiful! A painting, no a song -
with music to go dancing to, it’s rhythm bold and strong.
Today I wish you happiness in everything you seek,
but do I see a teardrop there upon your lovely cheek?

Mum I’m scared, so should I take this daunting step or fly?
You’ve always said – “You’ve made your bed now in it you must lie,”
but Mum, for you was it the same the day you married Dad?
Were you afraid to yield to him although your heart was glad?

Did you know that he would be so steadfast, good and true?
No matter what life had in store, he’d be right there for you?
And did you hold your breath and pray or leave it all to fate,
or did you trust that you had made the right choice of a mate.

Sweetheart, life was different then, our country was at war,
we dared not let the future in, release our dreams to soar.
So many menfolk left our town and never made it back,
from deserts vast and oceans wide – the awful Guinea track.

Clinging to each other, all our values black and white,
we didn’t take the precious time to analyse what’s right.
We had no secret formula to use to get us by,
we trusted in each other child, to cope, your Dad and I.

Mother how can I be sure my choice is just as fine,
that his heart is the one to mesh so perfectly with mine?
I need your counsel Mother and so I beseech of you,
that you look down from heaven and pray tell me what to do.

I’m so lonely, so much more than I have felt before,
since winter snows retreated and the spring tapped on my door.
But spring has found no welcome in my hurting, aching heart,
for winter took you with it and it wrenched my world apart.

Winter came and brought with it a journal of my life,
engraved upon each brittle bone the trials of a wife.
A wife who toiled in hardest times and put her own needs by
whose pain became unbearable and hope became a lie.

Katie, please don’t mourn for me, I’m free at last of pain
my spirit skips among the stars and dances in the rain.
I’m with my love, your Father, as our souls together soar
we’re freed from ravages of time, atrocities of war.

Mother, are you with me now and standing at my side?
I feel serene and ready to assume my role as bride.
Pure logic tells me that’s insane and nevermore can be
but somehow feel – like cleansing rain – your blessings shower me.

Just as when a little girl, you’d tightly hold my hand
and whisper such encouragement so I would understand.
Your words would give me extra strength to draw upon at will,
such gentle words, such loving words, I draw upon them still.

Kate, your man awaits you now, I’ve see his heart and soul.
He loves you with an honest love, a love that’s pure and whole.
My daughter, I am proud of you and all you have become,
Just one more thing to say to you, I love you so much, Mum.

Wendy G Seddon © November 2011 48 lines

[Maureen K Clifford]

Oh Lordy! That's a two hankie job Wendy - just lovely, and yes I am sure that is exactly how it happens for every bride whose Mum can't be with her on the day. Mum's are always with us in spirit. I love you poem and it is a perfect choice.