I remember when I saw her giving up How it made me feel like giving up to see After a lonely lifetime of living up To high ideals some others misunderstood Perfectly proper invisibility And sacrificing self to the greater good Thinking of self last but first of another Armed with only kindness against cruelty She did the best she could to be a mother Did pretty well too and she did it for me
And after a whole lifetime of living up To high ideals some others misunderstood In that place of death I saw her giving up Sacrificing herself to the greater good
For the joys which were not and the sorrows which were I do the best I can and I do it for her
In most of our lifes our mothers set the stage for who we are to be, what type of women we will pick, and how we will show our love to others. We treasure them as little girls often treasure their fathers. That is the way. Your write here epitomizes that.
What a beautiful tribute, a mother's love is like no other and as you've penned mother's think of themself last putting others first. Sad...there seems to be so much said or unsaid between these well thought out lines. Enjoyed this much, reminded me of my mother. Beautiful, glad I stopped by this early Thursday morning.
Blessings for the upcoming year,
Joyce Bowling
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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"For Her"
Stevie this is profoundly beautiful and heartfelt.
Just simply lovely.
Joyful penning and a happy happiest New Year,
Hope you enjoyed your birthday yesterday take care,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Regis
Fee
Very cool!!!
Ted
Blessings for the upcoming year,
Joyce Bowling