katepoet
11-20-2007, 11:10 AM
A sonnet to my mother before being tested for the same cancer that took her from us.
Is My Fate to Be the Same as Yours?
Is my fate to be the same as yours was,
to die from cancer in the prime of life?
I only want to know the truth because
I don't want to bequeath my son such strife.
Memories into my mind are winging-
I recall story telling at your knee.
I hear the silver sound of your singing;
sweet resonance that brings delight to me.
Because of you, I know how to mother,
each day my son hears joyful melodies.
Writing clever poems is another
way I invoke beloved memories.
To share your fate may be how I'll perish.
You, passed down in me, my son will cherish.
Is My Fate to Be the Same as Yours?
Is my fate to be the same as yours was,
to die from cancer in the prime of life?
I only want to know the truth because
I don't want to bequeath my son such strife.
Memories into my mind are winging-
I recall story telling at your knee.
I hear the silver sound of your singing;
sweet resonance that brings delight to me.
Because of you, I know how to mother,
each day my son hears joyful melodies.
Writing clever poems is another
way I invoke beloved memories.
To share your fate may be how I'll perish.
You, passed down in me, my son will cherish.