Leaning By the Gate (A Poem written for Our Mum)
Created by Tracey 6 years ago
She always leaned to
watch for us,
Anxious if we were
late.
In winter by the
window,
In summer by the
gate.
And though we mocked
her tenderly,
Who had such foolish
care?
The long way home
would seem more safe,
Because she waited
there.
Her thoughts were all
so full of us,
She never could
forget.
And so I think that
where she is,
She must be watching
yet.
Waiting til we come
home to her,
Anxious if we were
late.
Watching from
heaven’s window,
Leaning from heaven’s
gate.
By Wendy