He stands alone, weeping, broken,
Pathetic, shattered, and forlorn.
Words surround him, he can hear them
Curses, obscenities, vile, irate
Words he never thought she'd known.
Seated before him – an angry woman
Not the mother he used to know
That loving nature, forever giving
That generous soul with never a foe
Decorous persona, serene and tender,
With a heart so pure it defied ill will!
Somewhere from the depths of evil
A cruel disease had o’rpowered her brain
Had turned that sweetness into rancour
And acrimony, unprovoked, unbidden
Had claimed authority o’er her reign.
Now broken-hearted, her son stands sobbing
Before a mother who remembers not
Those years now gone, so full of promise
Of sweet devotion and compassion,
A life of glorious family love.
A doting mother she had once been
Cooing love songs to her spawn
Cradling children to her bosom
And her ever-loving heart.
That mother love’s now but a memory
A mother whose son now mourns as gone!