For upon birth given name Dwight,
The granting of six weeks breath.
Whalst layin' in thine arms of mother,
A premi-birth no Doc could save..
Paralized from waste unto toe,
Declairation was let him go,
Mother's Love strong for time,
she would not, my miracal child...
A fighter from first days' breath,
Useing arms for legs forward motion,
His destiny uncharted waters,
His spirit, the chiors shall sing.
Some Seventy-Five years in passing,
This Child, My hopes finds rebirth,
For tonight I have had to visit,
Stroke has chain unto a bed.
Upon enterance into his room,
He reminds me of his birth,
An' that ever-toneful voice,
God placed me upon this earth..
They wrong then, they'll wrong again,
For I be my Mother's Child,
Look not upon this silly bed,
but upon all I have ever done.....
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/til-death-rebirth-honour/
