Helen M Nightingale – 10

Mater Dolorosa

Mary rocked her Baby on her arm-

Would have died to shelter Him from harm

Watched Him laughing, crying on her knee

Even as I, my little son, rocked thee

Mary watched Him grow from Babe to Boy

Then to manhood, still her hope, her joy

Lived in dreams of what her Child, should be

Even as I have lived again in thee

Mary lost Him in His golden youth

Saw Him slain to help Mankind and Truth

Saw Him die in wounds and agony –

Even as I, my firstborn, have lost thee

Mary sit’s in bliss beside her Son

All her sorrows ended, watchings done

So may God be pitiful to me-

Bring me too again, my son, to thee