It was a cold winter's night in the town of Temprano
The streets and the cars sit frozen in snow.
At about two hours past the darkest hour of night,
A faint creature lies suffering from the pain of frostbite.
As the winds start to blow, increasing the chill,
His body lie frozen, rough, hard, and still.
This poor creature clutching onto his life so tight,
Just would not give up without a hard-fought fight.
As its time began to run out, his heart slowing down,
Suddenly from the shadows steps another creature of great amount.
With a glaring stare the small creature watched the other,
As it began to creep closer the small creature envisioned his mother.
This new figure crept closer and leaned over her small son,
The mother he thought he had lost had not forgotten him, but come.
As it was for a fortnight or two,
His mother lie nursing him as any mother would do.
It was a mid-March day when the snow started to melt,
And when the son awoke his mother was all her felt.
When he realized what had happened and what his mother had done,
He sat up and said, I love you Mom, in a very compassionate tone.
So even through the coldest winters and the frozen skies above,
Nothing withstands all the obstacles like a son and a mother's love.
When the snow had gone, the sun shining bright,
Right when the world seemed perfect, an event came from out of sight.
You see, that winter, as the mother cared for her son,
She lay exposed to the cold, waiting for death to come.
It was near the time that the son got well,
That the mother's courage gave way and she fell ill.
So on that last day of March, just as the son was beginning to feel so good,
The sickness took the mother's life, and put the son in a sorrowful mood.
It wasn't long before fall came and the orphaned son knew cold was near,
So when the first snowflake fell he became engulfed in fear.
But then a thought came to his mind,
What did his mother teach him before she left him behind?
Suddenly he became filled with an urge. To survive! To survive!
To survive the journey that his mother had been deprived!
So this winter instead of just falling asleep at any good place,
He found an old burrow where he could spend his winter days.
So even though the coldest winters,
And the frozen skies above,
Nothing withstands all the obstacles
Like a son and a mother's love.
Epilogue:
This poem was written as a tribute to mothers, but it can be interpreted as so much more. If one were to remove the mother figure, they would be left with love, love that saved the son's life. Without Christ in our lives, we are all dying of this world's freezing atmosphere. The love that He gives us is just as powerful as the creature's mother's love. Even though after we think we have lost God because of something careless we might have done, He is there to help us and guide us to success. He teaches us what we need to know to survive in a world that is so terribly lost, just as the mother did for her son. No poem is without meaning in my mind, especially when it can be interpretted in way that benefits our Christian walk. So even through the troublesome world and the many souls alost, nothing withstands all the obstacles, like a child of the Father, and His love.