My mother told me to always be creating.
With her, my mother, I never was debating.
I thought of it, at my mother’s expenditure,
And, God, I loved her, and worked on my signature.
There is so much to possess and to satisfy,
Thinking to be good the common will gratify.
My mother told me, yourself create anything.
That was the greatest of all she was bequeathing.
I wish my mother was still here, though moreover,
That she joined happily heaven by passover.
Gift she was giving, she did me characterize.
By what she said, she her offspring did authorize.
A very interesting write! I re read it a few times to let it sink in. Very enjoyable!
ReplyDeleteYour love for her is shining through this poem.
ReplyDeleteMothers are special people.
ReplyDeleteMothers shape us in word and deed, I'm glad your mom shaped you into the person you are.
ReplyDeleteInded mothers are so important, and I think there is that unconditional love we (almost) always have.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gift to bequeath, a desire for and encouragement to creativity!
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