The old nun lay dying on her bed <br />Many thoughts tip-toed through her head <br />Of a baby boy, her only child <br />From her younger days, her life then wild <br />She gave him up at birth for adoption <br />Having no choice, her only option <br />While the Sisters around her chant in solemn prayer <br />Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling in a magnetic stare <br />She wonders what became of him <br />The memory of him, newly born, now dim <br />Into his basket that morning before they took him away <br />She placed a gold family ring, to fit him one day <br />The Priest then came, he held her hand and her heart it did sing <br />She saw there reflected her gold family ring <br />So, he'd become a Priest, the thought filled her with joy <br />Her dear darling son, her own baby boy <br />She closed her eyes peacefully, her time had now come <br />So happy to have seen this Priest - her son <br />The Priest's job was over and he went on his way <br />He felt at ease now, for the nun he would pray <br />But he took off the ring, slipped it into his pocket <br />It was given to him yesterday, by a dying drug addict!<br /><br />Marie Shine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-never-forgets/
