To stay with her that final night,
I argued so in vain.
So many thrums,
hands over ears,
so many years, the pain.
Her frightened stare,
I wasn’t there,
a somber sad refrain.
She passed this world
alone, alone.
Yet, never to complain.
So many years my heart was sealed,
too shameful to explain.
But then, a voice in graveyard soft,
“There’s no one here to blame.”
A Mother’s Love
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Ray spent 21 years in radio broadcasting followed by 27 years as a real estate appraiser. He taught real estate appraisal at the University of Missouri, Ozarks Technical Community College and St. Charles Community College. Ray loves writing and always has. After Ray retired he attained the Certificate in Higher Education in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Writing short stories for the Certificate was exciting especially since he was in his seventies. Since then the genre has become his obsession and he loves to write them often. His email is [email protected]
