A Mother’s Eyes

Sadly, my mum died in 2020 but I published this poem about her caring support of me, following my diagnosis of Young Onset Parkinson’s Disease. I’m glad she got to see this.

With my mum, in South Africa. 1972.

A Mother’s Eyes.

She tells me she prays for me each night
She insists that I will be alright
She believes a cure will end my plight
You cannot hide the pain in a mother’s eyes.

She says it’s unfair that I am ill
She gives me her love and strength of will
She walks with me as I climb uphill
You cannot hide the pain in a mother’s eyes.

She lifts me up when I feel disdain
She holds my hand when I am in pain
She points to the sun when I see rain
You cannot hide the pain in a mother’s eyes.

She listens to what I need to tell
She responds with the right words so well
She says there is hope beyond this hell
You cannot hide the pain in a mother’s eyes.

She insists that I try to stay fit
She says she’s tried to make sense of it
She says on down days I must use wit
You cannot hide the pain in a mother’s eyes.

She admits that God must hear her plea
She offered to bare my ills for me
She is my amazing mum, you see
You cannot hide the pain in a son’s eyes.

(c) Deano Parsons. 2019.

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