The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

My mother at nineteen


My mother would have turned 104 this year. She wrote this when she was 19. It’s beautiful is it not?


I called to Happiness that she should come to me,
That she should dwell with me and never go,
Yet heard she not.

I sought for Joy in all the lingering shades,
That mask the day’s retiring form from man,
Yet saw I not.

I prayed to her at night as to a God,
And held my arms out wide to supplicate,
Yet spake she not.

I promised her my love and in my breast
I felt my youthful heart crave her embrace,
Yet loved she not.

And then in learning’s page I sought to find
All that within my heart I longed to read,
Yet read I not.

In children’s eyes, in friendship with mankind,
In garish pleasure and wild life I sought;
Yet came she not.

And then, when in despair I ceased to seek at all,
Goodness and God came hand in hand to look for me.
And happiness was God.

Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.

3 thoughts on “My mother at nineteen

  1. Lovely. 🙂

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  2. Beautiful words from one so young! She must have had a great insight into the future!


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