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A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take. Gaspard Mermillod

When I was a baby, you sang me to sleep
Mom, do you recall when we lived in our town?
White and blue lights covered the road steep
Riding through busy paths with your hair down.

How can I serve you with my whole love and soul?
Even years after our final talk, you're still whole
A thorny hedgerow has grown between us
We've even lost the aptitude to rekindle, thus.

I realize you're toiling away to improve our lot in life
I catch you attempting to offer us all a carving knife
Even if it costs you, you can bestow what we need
You never received it, and you made my heart bleed.

When the holidays come, I witness you crying
Forever, a sorrowful song of living and dying
under the shade of a tree in the garden
Is the exposed ground, the wet skies harden?

I realize how firm it was to raise us on your own
You didn't have time for yourself and never alone
Always frying or ironing other children's clothes
And often sweeping up dirt or colds from a nose.

Everything you do reveals your affection
You say you love me, and I feel that connection
I have no doubt that what you're saying is true
I also love you, Mother, even if I rarely tell you.

Mother, you're pure water with white wings that fly
Mother, your voice sings chorally in the ears of the sky
Mother, you're the vital vow and the softest wind
Mother, you're the highest, finest, and kindest mind.

Mother, you're hope, faith, support, and a clear sky
Mother, you're a deep blue sea with an eternal supply
Mother, you inspire creativity in lyrical poetry
Mother, you're a bright hue, an endless love tree.

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Written: April 17, 2023

Letter To My Mother Poetry Contest
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