Looking After My Mother

I’ve been staying with my mother

At eight until the time of seven,

I have a respite as my brother

Looks after her with his other.

My mother believes in heaven

And used to teach Christianity,

She believes that we are brethren,

In a Biblical sense of sensibility. 

I treat all as sisters and brothers,

We should be respectful to others

As we all share earth together

Braving the stormy weather.

My mother is persevering

With her hip that is aching. 

© Andrew Stevenson 17/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.