A Poem by Wil Michael Wrenn
My father was a farmer
with a 10th grade education –
and a 150 IQ.
My mother was a housewife,
factory worker, and nurse’s aide.
In the schools of today,
she would have been
a special education student
in math, although she was good
in language arts.
There was an innocence about my mother.
She believed in the right and the good.
She believed God would listen,
come to the rescue,
help and heal.
Bedridden and suffering intensely,
she asked God to do that.
And in her trusting innocence
she believed – as long as she could,
until she fell into semi-consciousness.
Was God there at the last?
Did she see or know?
Was she betrayed in her belief?
For me, these are questions
that will always remain.
All I know
is that I stood by feeling helpless,
praying, listening, waiting, wandering,
As I silently watched
The death of innocence.
About the Poet
Wil Michael Wrenn is a poet/songwriter living in rural north Mississippi. He has an MFA from Lindenwood University and is a songwriter/publisher member of ASCAP. You can find out more on his website.
Beautiful and elegant portrayal of one’s parents. Old School, perhaps, but compelling in their beliefs. Somehow, I don’t think she was betrayed.
This is a beautiful poem, powerful yet poignant. She knew at the end that He had, in His own way, helped and healed her.