My Mother

Mary, you
sat at the base
of my cross
and cried.    You would have
undone my body
if you could
but you knew
you had to
let me hang
and watch me die.  I sorrow
that I gave you pain
Mary, my mother, whom
I love wholeheartedly.
I gave you to
my friend and in his
arms are you safely
held.  We are parted only
a little time.
To my father's house soon
will I come
and find you there waiting
to greet me, the loved one,
with your bright face
of sweetness
and your open arms
of welcome and return
waiting
to see me safely home.

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