A Son to his Mother – A Sonnet

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A Son to his Mother . . . A Sonnet

As the clouds have wept on your grave
Since you left this world behind,
So do my tears flow
When your memory brings to mind
The love you had for me, 
Which in my lust for life
I never did return, 
But with my careless knife
Cut out the debt I owed.
Left you to love alone, 
To suffer silently,
My gratitude unknown
Forever to my shame,
I am the child to blame.

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8 thoughts on “A Son to his Mother – A Sonnet”

  3. Roland, this is such a heartbreaking and beautiful poem. Whoever the boy/man is must know that her love was unconditional, as natural as life itself.
    You write : ” and Which in my lust for life
    I never did return,
    But with my careless knife
    Cut out the debt I owed.”

    I would say though that if it was so this poem would not be written. If the love was gone…there couldn’t be regret.
    Besides, mothers are proud when the son takes his place in this world but misses him terribly.:)
    Miriam

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