The Song of a Motherless Son

Georgie – My Mum – Died October 3rd 2006

I went to Assisi to recall my mother

one year after her lonely cross,

a need to evade sorrow’s smother

one year after my searing loss.

Carrying grief in my unwashed hair,

I came at night to the Umbrian plain.

The city of peace was glowing there,

a gleam of mercy through a squall of pain.

I trod the steps of Francis’s feet

and only went where I was led.

To open my soul I did not eat

but trudged uphill with an aching head.

There I found his weathered figure,

a bronze homage to holy rest,

body unfolded in tranquil stature

gazing into the summoning west.

I carried a box of silver sorrow,

the cremation of her time-worn days;

around his head an ashy halo

a symbol of my dismal haze.

The shock of loss was still my psalm,

as I had reached the end of tether;

an open window the evening’s balm

as I laid myself on a bed of weather.

So I said to myself if I should wake;

the saint’s day mass I would take.

Dawn’s soft dimness greeted my feet

in the narrow pink-stoned street.

Spidery movement on pavement cobble

bending me low to broken hobble.

Glancing upward I found its source:

a white shone feather’s downward course.

I raised and opened my left hand;

it landed like water on hard baked sand.

I felt like one who is singled out,

chosen as broken, a man of doubt.

I curled my hand around its grace;

it touched my soul like a mother’s face.

In the darkened crypt of the barefoot saint

I knelt as tears washed away constraint.

The trauma died as they broke the bread,

and wine woke a mother to stand in her stead.

Written by

Adrian G R Scott lives in the Rivelin Valley, Sheffield, he is a poet , writer and amateur photographer. For more He has studied theology, organisation development and is now working on a PhD in English and Creative Writing at Sheffield University. He has written two books of poetry, one of prose and edited a collection of Poetry by the two writing groups he facilitates. After suffering a breakdown in 2014 he has undergone Jungian Analysis for the last two years. He also facilitates Rites of Passage for men and is fascinated by the stories and poetry that come from holy scriptures, fairy tales and other major world religions. He is especially interested in how we find our way through the world with the help of such stories and poems. ​ His books are available at Buy Books

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