Apr 2018
Oh, Mother hear my Roar, a roar of Thunder
to stop the rain’s devour
my flood of tears deprive color
bouquets fade like the cinders of a fire
blossoms I grew with my own hands care
hands that left my beauty so dear
beauty she resides with the smallest of Stars
a sliver of diamond shining in the dark
under a moon of riots and war
Oh, Mother hear my Roar, a roar of thunder
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
to stop the rain’s devour
my flood of tears deprive color
bouquets fade like the cinders of a fire
blossoms I grew with my own hands care
hands that left my beauty so dear
beauty she resides with the smallest of Stars
a sliver of diamond shining in the dark
under a moon of riots and war
Oh, Mother hear my Roar, a roar of thunder
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
This Poem was written for my Mother. Memory's of my Mother take me back to a time when women were not thought of as equal to Men. A time when abuse of any kind remained secret and women silent. My Mother would ask for my silence in glances and actual words if angry enough. She wasn't ready for me I was born to Roar. The Love that flows through a generation of Women is woven here in my words for my daughter Natalie, mother Marilee, grandmother Gladys and my special great grand ma Cassy. Death has not changed my heart, you are still are blood of my blood, "Oh Mother, hear me Roar". If you are still reading thank you and God Bless
