Plea of a mother exiled:
In life, in death
ere in your debt
a beggar shall I be
The longer you shall
shun my face
the farther I shall see
near heaven’s light
by woes by toils
where tears no longer fall
so I shall wait
wait patiently
until you come to call
on me your preface
not your end
emerging day by day
as tragedy and consequence
laid out your winfold way
Charge, warrant me
to plead and win
your confidence aplomb
from escaping
treasured boy
whose heart
has gone astray
