THE DAY THE MOON FELL

As a child, I looked up and saw the light 
Even in dark times, her love shines bright 
Staring at her face where love resides 
I felt a sense of security looking into her eyes.

Her words were always of kindness and love 
A guiding light that shines from above 
I’ve never experienced anything like it in this world 
The heavenly glory of my mother’s love.

She was not as a star distant and far 
Neither like the sun,
From whose heat one must run.

She was more like the moon with a steady glow 
Soft and gentle, guiding me home.

Then the clouds came with a rushing wind 
It lingered for days with a deadly chill
When the darkness cleared, I lifted my head
And the sky became empty 
As the moon fell.

In loving memory of my mother 
Susan A Barker.
By 
Wilford Barker.