by: Ronald Peter Dungog
In this house we made a home
four twinkling lights
a silent moon
one bright star-the heart that is a home
a struggle from the start
we were all cut not born
as time passed
we grew to know that firm hand
that firm voice exclamated with stinging ears
many tear has fallen
many a hit a-taken
strangley never bruising
only later we realize, as wisdom awakens, our ignorance
as we suffered through her discipline
she suffered along with us
as we lived through our own experiences
battered, broken, beaten and stricken with grief
we have learned to come home,
to come home to the warmth of her light
to her unwavering strength
and took our pain as her own
lessening our own
as years pass our light brightens
and her as bright as ever
but the body weakens
but she was selfish
and only shared a little
the rest she kept for herself
knowing it would soon take her
only so late in our lives do we realize
that our light was brighter because she has been giving hers
as our hearts break and tears flow at her passing
we realized that
God truly does only take the best
The heart that is our home
Dec 14/07
Rest in peace Ma (September 22, 1951-December 12, 2007)
written by my cousin for his mom who passed away early this December. We are with you on this Ron. Truly deaths do amputate our senses as i am now at a loss for words. Although i barely even knew here i do not deny her existence, i do not deny the love and the care she has unselfishly shared. She was a remarkable woman, a remarkable mother and because she has fought well she will be prized; eternal love and eternal life. Truly God only takes whats best.She has shared her light, her love, which exudes time and death. May she rest in peace.
