Sweet, as two bags of sugar
Plus a pinch of spiced pepper,
This fully weighted-baby
Mother gave birth to that day.
A tiny newborn nipper
Sabbath child, loud wailing voice
Mother's bedside Priests rejoiced.
A premature Capricorn
Now Sagittarian born
Mother and son had no choice.
Our first hours spent Godless
Death seemed the only solace,
Mum sorely scarred by cancer,
Prayed to God for an answer
Trusted her faith, his promise
What's owed, only heaven knows
Nurturing, she pulled me close,
Her tender arms safely held
Disappointments quickly quelled
Supporting life choices chose.
Now, each and every birthday
I remember her and pray
Candle lit to memory
Thinking of her lovingly
In my head and heart she’ll stay
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