Poem For Mother

My Mother loves it when I write poetry. She loves it even more when it’s for her. The best part of this entire post is how it’s a surprise for her. She has no idea I’m posting this, and I’m pretty sure she will love how it’s out for the world to see and hers.

Mother has been walking through an especially hard time for the last few years. I won’t spell it out here, but know that the list is long, hard, and enough to leave any sane person on the floor crying out to God asking why.

As the oldest daughter, I don’t just see it, I feel it. And sometimes, like my Mother, I just need to know good wins, joy comes, God grants rest, and He doesn’t leave us alone.

So, Mom, these words are for you. Dawn is coming.

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Dark’s END

The dawn
How does
It split
The dark

The cold
The wabe
The death
The brush

Light harkens
Unlarkens
Stark dread
That taunts

But boldly
Wholly
Simplicity
Shouts

The light
Has come
Hast brought
The new

Dangerous
Dark
Has
Been slew

Old gone
New upon
Traitors
Turning

Trouble fading
Disappearing
In sunshine
True

No longer
Colder
Warmth
Unending

Blessed
Drink of
Righted
Life

The dawn
How does
It split
The dark

Written By Keviana Elliot

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