Mother

Written by Nidian on .

 

For a moment just a word

Until the ONE pushes other thoughts away.

MOTHER

 

So much of me that she is me.

I am she with extra life attached by apron strings

Or a chord of souls

And so, her profound love and sacrifice is rarely spoken of out loud.

Being almost me.

But now, Mother, it must be told, I love myself

So I must love you.

 

MOTHER

 

For a moment just a word

Until the thought eclipses all others.

Mother

 

So much of me that you are me,

Or I am you with extra life held by apron strings

Or a chord joining souls

 

So your love and sacrifice is rarely spoken of aloud.

Being almost me.

But now, Mother, it must be told, I love myself

So I must love you.

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0 # varenaceleste@yahoo.co.uk 2010-09-06 20:41
This is beautiful (my favourite) and its plain to see that this is written by someone who although no longer dependant on their parent, the devotion gratitude and love is inscribed in their soul.
Christine Keene
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