Gesthemane

Gethsemane was no different.

Not knowing how much was God's will
and how much my mother’s.

I, myself, but an interested observer
who must needs hang on.

I knew I dare not surrender
and so held tight,
knowing it was a fight for my life.

It seemed God won,
since, later, my mother disowned me:

It was my grandmother’s love that saved me.
I was her daughter’s son.