My adoptive mother, Doloris T. Wheeler, passed away early in the morning of March 12, 2011 after a long battle with leukemia.
I love you, Mom.
To My Mother
by H. Phelps Clawson, 1923
Death! Is there some wild terror in your name
That causes mortal men to tremble so?
Your scythe spares neither poverty nor fame,
Nor saint nor sinner, yes, they all must go.
And I, who stood beside my Mother’s bier,
Felt you cold fingers clutching at my heart,
Trying to force a cry, some sign of fear,
To show I’d play for you the common part.
But Death! You are a fool; you could not see
With your dull eyes that it was I who won,
That from above she had sent down to me
A wondrous Mother-message to her son;
A glorious light of peace, eternal rest,
And happiness that she had never known.
I saw her smile, and to my tortured breast
Came the great knowledge—I was not alone
But nearer her dear self than I had been,
And she was more my Mother than before.
Oh! All the mighty vision I have seen
Since she flung wide that sacred golden door,
And showed to me the fullness of her love,
A staff to guide my footsteps through the night,
And though she’s with the brilliant stars above
She’s nearer me to help me towards the right.
Again, a little child close by her side
I seem to walk and look into her face,
For she is still and ever was my guide,
And I with manhood’s wisdom now can trace
Each act of Mother-love, and all she gave
To me to carry onward through the years—
A courage that makes beautiful her grave,
And robs our earthly parting of its fears.