The Cast Away
William B Myers
To the mother who never held her child to her breast
Who never felt the love in a tiny hand caressed
Who never kissed a cheek so soft and warm
Or saw joy in the eyes of the life she bore.
Who never cuddled the baby who’s love she had earned
Through endless caring and nurturing
Who never felt the loving arms outstretched
Of a child who delights in a mothers scent.
She will never know the sound of that tiny voice
So tender it was when silenced of course.
The voice of the child, not allowed to be born
For she was cast away and brutally torn.
You sacrificed more than a child that day
Your humanity was murdered and soul set ablaze.
So reach out mother for those pearly gates
That’s where you’ll find, she always waits.
Only the cool waters of the heavenly lake
Can quench the pain that till this day takes
A toll on your soul and breaks your heart
Your child awaits mother for your soul to depart.
Think fondly mother, of the child you cast away
Not tissue and blood as some would say
But a child of God, with a life, not a lie
Who awaits your arrival on the day you die.
Life is but a glimmer on the waters of time
and "what we sow, we reap"
So cast off the shadows that envelope your soul
and fall to your knees and weep