REMEMBRANCE by MARGARET E. BRUNER

This memory of my mother stays with me
Throughout the years: the way she used to stand
Framed in the door when any of her band
Of children left. . . as long as she could see
Their forms, she gazed, as if she seemed to be
Trying to guard -- to meet some far demand;
And then before she turned to tasks at hand,
She breathed a little prayer inaudibly.

And now, I think, in some far heavenly place,
She watches still, and yet is not distressed,
But rather as one who, after life's long race,
Has found contentment in a well-earned rest,
There, in a peaceful dreamlike reverie,
She waits, from earthly cares forever free.

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