Mother
When mind was clear
And hands were small
It felt like you
Were ten feet tall
And knowing that
I was your all
You waited on
My beck and call
And so we lived
And loved and learned
The season’s changed
The cycle turned
And even when
Life seemed to burn
You tried so hard
But did not earn
Then the spirit
Went away
How could we live
Another day
No songs could sing
No words could say
We’d have to find
Another way
And so we shall
Clear minds will see
Earth’s life awaits us
Blessed Be
May 1998
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This poem was written for my mother, Shelley, on Mother's Day.
It was accepted by the Poetry
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"A Celebration of Poets, Showcase Edition".
ISBN 1-888680-53-9
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