A Son Remembers

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A poem about a son's recollection of his mother's life on the occasion of her funeral.

Doña Aurora Cosico - De Castro (1927-2005)

* In December 15, 2005 Doña Aurora Cosico De Castro died and had her funeral on Dec 23, 2005, on the date of my 35th birthday. This poem is dedicated for her life and times.

A Son Remembers


Meus Matris Aurora


On majestic hill just before twilight
reminiscing a wrinkled life in a lite
Aura of omniscient's intimate dusk
This woman's single-hood form a great task
Five decades ago, past ovarian prime
To complete life she prayed in sacred shrine
Where then, solitude is a chilling curse
where one is measured on descendant course
To a quack non-providence she sought guide
In tarot card of street sear she abide
The one last great hope was read in a light
To have a spouse across the sea and might
Not by the river she'll be a spinster
But in sun kissed island she'll shed a tear
To bid goodbye on prized hymen she wear
For that single man fate hinge as her dear

Seasons and faultless reasons toll shifted
bold decision made heavy cross ,lifted
Reaching the great land with mighty peak
fabled birds and flowers not for the weak
Silver lakes, green canyon and plateau
A promised land to start a life for two
She nod to Adam's sire on shallow fry
Not knowing the depth of his sleekly try.

The subtle dream it came, short and untrue
This man's restless youth search new avenue
The scent of bliss faded to shifting breeze
Back to the mainland he will find his wheeze
For his flesh is weak than the woman's spot
The family life she yearned for was not
Maternal dwelling she raised their children
Her true jewels, the songs for morning wren.
To mourn not even though one angel fled's
And two came, completed three thoroughbreds
My two brethren and me as building blocks
To unfold life ahead on given stocks.

This mother ever so beautiful in our eyes,
A saintly soul living on a thin ice
A form and substance of godly whispers
I hear to ease pain and all my brothers
A gentle touch of heart warming delight
To greet sunshine or endless dream at night,
In those young days, when the world seems too small
simple desire is to hear her name call
To view her coming from a long bus trip
Is like a pop star of a concert clip
Our hands waving for her to glimpse
A smile and gleaming eyes between eclipse
A pious throbbing, kisses of purity
We lost fatherly arms's inventory
Fairly to the man, flaunting Don Juan
Endowed earthly sins of thousand and one
Than fix the sheltering clasp of loving arms
from our own family reaching his alms.

As childhood plays we numbered in our days
Mom never ceases to love come what may.
With a spouse like trojan horse in our mind
paternal mirage or presence that was unkind
In twisted vine of the path we've taken
Her visions betrayed her tender station
Advancing age on single frail body
The goal of holding on without folly
Came unsteady while we grow on quickly
As the world comes bigger just unfairly
.
And when the time reaper's scythe lurks to prey
darkness got her unfolding us away
hospital trip are frequent than the bills.
Our dysfunctional senses came to spills
Crisis come mocking our fervor wishes
As if crossroads are bad premises
No vile of thoughts had come near before me
But one ambient night was fiercer than wee
Death was deafening I can remember
All lights smoldering in darkest ember
I struggled that night while son's retrieved
Memories made my sanity reprieved

Eight days then passed two days before Christmas
Friends, members of our clans offered a mass
On day of burial past meridian
recalling agony all obsidian.
A wild unrest swirling within my head
as throat being clogged by a vicious lead
Some trifling wind innately reminds me
How the world inside her was epitome
Of peace and comfort, badly resembling
Now on this funeral I fight my trembling
Because 35 years ago today
She gave birth to me in a holiday
Leading to mortal life without delay
Now, I bleed my last sight of her this day.
I wept the circle of life as I see
mother's ascension to divinity.

-Saigon De Manila©

Meus Matris Aurora

Epilogue: Today January 20, is the feast of Saint Sebastian of our town Patron marks also the birth anniversary of my mother. Maligayang Bati Inay!

Image Credit: all original works from Saigon De Manila
"Meus Matris Aurora" in Water Color 10.5 " x 14"

Tags

Elegy, Eulogy, Family, Family Story, Mother, Mother And Son, Motherhood, Mothers Love, Parents, Requiem, Siblings, Soliloquy, Son

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
Dear friends and foes: I am a teacher, a poet, an artist, self-published author on art & poetry, CSN Life Skill coach and an international marketer.

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author avatar GenkiWorld
19th Jan 2015 (#)

this was beautiful and so touching! i think this mother would had been proud of how her son remembers her.

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
20th Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you fo appreciating...just wondering why this article failed to get a star! Lol

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
20th Jan 2015 (#)

Whoa!!! My poem finally got a star it deserves!!! Thank you wikinut crackers!!!

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
19th Jan 2015 (#)

May her soul rest in peace. Proud to have a poetic son who would compare me to everything I am not. - Mother

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
20th Jan 2015 (#)

Am sure you have qualities of your own , you will only hear from the right source -your children.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
19th Jan 2015 (#)

I love the face of the mother .
Many blessings for your tribute to her
God bless you
Stella >I<

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
20th Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you for the kind words

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author avatar Carol Roach
20th Jan 2015 (#)

You have done a very good job at showing her humanity

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
21st Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you Carol... Your comment is truly appreciated!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
20th Jan 2015 (#)

Th love of a mother is unparalleled, unique and children cannot reciprocate the intensity and sacrifice. Your mother too is blessed to have a son like you - siva

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
21st Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you Siva for the kind words.

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
21st Jan 2015 (#)

Spam alert!!!!!

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author avatar Solomon Sunday
21st Jan 2015 (#)

This awesome

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
21st Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you Solomon Sunday fmorning r dropping by and sharing your thoughts on my works.

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author avatar Denise O
21st Jan 2015 (#)

Just lovely. Thank you for sharing. :)

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
22nd Jan 2015 (#)

Oh Denise o am equally thankful you gracing my page.

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