My Mother Was Love

Written by: Corinne Curcio

My Mother Was Love

My mother was love
Her love spoke soft and gentle with words
Loud and fierce with her heart

We knew her grace and patience
As a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend

She loved the parents who crossed an ocean
To make a better life 
She loved her brothers and sister
Who kept her young in laughter

She loved her children
Who she didn't always understand
But still accepted and embraced

She loved her husband
Who took care of her 
And she, him until he left this life

She loved her friends 
She loved bingo, even though she seldom won
She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy
She loved to sing
Whether standards, or The Beatles
Singing moved her, and we smiled 
When she lifted her voice
And our spirits, in song

She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star
Yet wasn't above making funny faces

She bore emotional and physical pain
With dignity and quiet courage

There is a picture of a waterfall
With a quotation from Corinthians
That hangs in the room I slept in last night
That says what I've been trying to say here:

"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast
It is not proud"

So I say
My Mother Was Love


November 1, 2009