I honour you for the brave deeds you deliver to us all, <br />Cyprus mother, based on no one’s law, but on yours, <br />on the beneficial one of the State and of the Heaven; <br />you who concerned of lacking people, pardoned rivals, <br />who never considered poverty as a shame, and bought <br />with your few money wood for craft, thread for needlework. <br /> <br />Democracy is a garden, each one owns a flower; <br />you urged bees to converse and make honey anew, <br />you learned so you fed no audacity as an ignorant does, <br />you read the peril to know how you can grasp its horns, <br />never having been lost in vast and desolate thoughts, <br />that’s why the sea and mainland opened wide your way. <br /> <br />Being a friend you were offering asking nothing back; <br />now rich, owing nothing, you travel free to heavens, <br />with weak weaknesses; your faith became a hummer, <br />hope a reservoir, you formed love into a dough for bread. <br /> <br />In your funeral, your fair Memory is a praise for you, <br />eternal Serenity waits you and those with a free soul, <br />those, as you, who suffered bitterly to the very end. <br /> <br />You don’t need great Homer to praise you. <br />Let us stop crying and return to your battlefield. <br />Following your path, your soul rests and rejoices. <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funeral-oration-of-a-mother/
