Here’s another poem that truly touches the heart. I love this poem. The first time I read it, I feel in love with it. Here’s to all the mother’s (although it’s too early for mother’s day). Everyday, after all, is mother’s day ^_^
The night was dark, for the moon was young And the stars were asleep and rare;
The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out To see his Maiden fair.
“Dear One,” he pleaded as he knelt Before her feet, in tears,
“My love is true; why have you kept Me waiting all these years?”
The maiden looked at him unmoved, It seemed, and whispered low:
“Persistent Youth, you have to prove By deeds your love is true.”
“There’s not a thing I would not do For you, Beloved,” said he.
“Then go,” said she, “to your mother dear, And bring her heart to me.”
Without another word, Youth left And went to his mother dear,
And opened her breast and took her heart. He did not shed a tear!
Then back to his Maiden fair he ran, Unmindful of the rain;
But his feet slipped and down he fell And loud he groaned with pain.
Still in his hand he held the prize That would win his Maiden’s hand;
And he thought of his mother dear So kind, so sweet, so fond.
And then he heard a voice, not from His lips but all apart:
“Get up,” it said; “were you hurt, Child?” It was his mother’s heart.
- Jose la Villa Sierra