[Bookstoprisoners] Prison Poetry - “Mother Means More Now”

[Brian Dolinar]

"Mother Means More Now"

By John Grant
#K02443, Danville Correctional Center

Mother means more to me today than she ever has before.
Although she has moved away from here and lives now on the golden shoreline.

When I was a child she played with me and cooled my fevered brow.
Her presence drove all fears away.
How could she mean more now?

When still a child I saw here kneel at an old-time alter.
She poured out her troubled heart to God.

The year passed by and we were pals.
Hardships wrinkled mother's brow.
But her faith in God as a flower grew.
How could she mean more now?

As a young man I grew.
Mother warned me about sin and shame
And urged me to live above the world.
Her words and prayers often came to me when Satan would have me bow.

Now I miss her smile and her tender love but she has kept her vow.
For mother's life has challenged me, that's why she means more now.
-- 
Brian Dolinar, Ph.D.
303 W. Locust St.
Urbana, IL 61801
briandolinar at gmail.com
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