To The Mothers of Sons


(Dedicated to Rosa Lee Lloyd and Mrs. Louis W. Larsen (Ada---Tom's Mother) mother's of Tynnie and Tom)

Poor Mothers, weeping for your loss,
The one you cherished so, the son
You bore and saw grow straight and strong--
Remember now that there was one

Who saw her son hung high
In shame for all to see,
While she knelt helpless and alone
Beneath the cross-formed tree.

And yet, when death at length had come
And she had turned and gone her way,
The morning saw her Son arise
With the new day.

She saw, she knew, she felt
His nail-torn flesh---free of death's bands.
And though you cannot see your son,
And cannot touch his hands,

Above the tortured earth
Beyond the anguished night,
Today, he too, is risen
And walking with the Son of Light.

Christie Lund Coles