To Love Myself So Intensely...

When life was given to me, from the kindest mother this ungrateful world ever knew, I caught my first breath as my tiny heart started to laugh; that moment was ingrained in time, instilled in that child's memory... for countless years to pull me through, reminding myself who got me on this safe shore! To love myself so intensely... is to honor her degnified memory, others may have not been so lucky to have had a mother who had loved them so passionately; I heeded her words, listened how she prayed... even in suffering, she sought the presence of God, the same God who has been testing a faith so bold! My righteous mother was an image of holiness, her pure heart despised ugliness... a saint who will never be recognized, and so unknown for her sacrifice! She had the pity of Jesus's mother, and the perseverance of a martyr; had she be living in Nero's time, she woud have died for Christ! To love myself so intensely is to be grateful to her immensely, and consume that fervent love in the same way she did; no stories, or ballads will be writtten about her... to somehow remember her, but with my loving poem everyone will know, and come to realize that mothers dont' have to be heroines to go down in History!