And did your mother stay awake?
While others slept
did she, unasked, lie wakeful
as mothers often do?
Did she remember
acclamation of elders
adoring her child,
the recognised awaited one?
And did the long-dreaded sword pierce sharp that night,
preventing slumber
disturbing rest?
Did she watch unseen, unseeing
as you sweated blood?
And did she pray that angels would once more attend?
(©Ruth M Gee 2015)
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