Josie Whitehead’s Poems
(A Petrarchan Sonnet)
By Josie Whitehead
Strong arms that lift, sweet lips that gently smile –
Caressing fingers stroke my baby face.
Whilst I find comfort in your warm embrace,
Stay with me, mother dear, for just a while.
The cheating years have passed with stealth and guile
Old age is something no-one can embrace.
Mother, allow me now to take your place
For it’s my turn to give you things worthwhile.
I‘ll return the love that you first gave to me.
I’ll return to you your patience and your time;
Kindness, security, warmth, so freely given.
Patience and love - these blessed gifts are free;
Topping your list, now gladly topping mine.
Past anger gone; all hasty words forgiven.
Copyright 2007