It has always been her
I was moulded by her thoughts
And started life
dreaming through her eyes
How impressionable a mind
was mine like every child's
She showed me stars and
the promises of Christmas night
she taught me that there was
something good and something not so
saw her love towards life
Her appreciation of art
Her generosity and kindness of heart
How considerate a human can be
How just a woman can be
Yet I saw the other side of her too
How she struggled with her life
How she fought a futile strife
For a woman of her strength
Yet to be but subservient
For so far a woman shall rise
On my impressionable mind
It has always been her
Whether for better
Whether for worse
My beloved and most
Dearest mother
Written for Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #116:Lasting Impressions
Your mother sounds like an exceptional woman. Gifting you with appreciation across a wide spectrum of life, from the promise of Christmas to appreciation of art. A Woman Who Would Run With The Wolve!!
ReplyDeleteWolves...of course :)
DeleteA beautiful tribute to a very special person (your mother !)...Rall
ReplyDeleteGreat tribute to a woman of indefatigable spirit
ReplyDeleteWhat a great blessing such a wonderful mother is!
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous, heartfelt tribute to Mother ... sigh.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that she struggled, but still made her child's life glorious is a beautiful thing. Good mothers are the greatest miracle.
ReplyDeleteA heartfelt tribute. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteHow tough it must have been for her to show you the good things in life, when in her own, she struggled.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful ode to your mother
ReplyDeleteMothers are awesome. Quite often they are able to teach their children to do what they couldn't do.
ReplyDeleteI live with a useful snake (NOT a pet) who avoids humans and eats nuisance animals. Mother taught us children not to be afraid of...him. (We think it's "him" because the snake eggs always appeared under a neighbor's porch.) I was forty years old when Mother admitted she always felt revulsed by the snake.
Priscilla King