Mother

Mother

 

Mother bends lower as you hold your head higher;

going quieter as you have more to deliver.

Mother worships you for being a success or otherwise,

and either way you have justified reasons;

 

Mother consents you to leave her behind,

as no words or action could alter a roaming mind;

Await invisibly since your farewell,

and reports only merriment lest less you would call;

 

Mother concerns most what you eat,

for the fact of your life, her cooking is best.

Mother wishes her ailment to linger,

as you will stay longer, your heart turns softer;

 

Mother fades away before you notice,

as always too late you count her grace;

Humble yourself to reflect,

no pride but of mother’s that you pursue;

Kept afar by centrifugal force, mother turns the pivot,

of your mounting emotional debt.

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