I had a Mother
Whose Soul
Was Goodness and Quiet and Joy and Calm
In its good days-
I am her son still
Long past the age
I best remember her as-
Oh Ma with all your goodness
Where did you go?
And where calm or no calm
Will I go also?
Shalom Freedman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-as-peace-calm-as-calm/
