Alison Dey Poet I do not know?

Mother

You are old, to unfamiliar eyes
Your body weakened by the years.
Yet your love, strength and humour shone
As brightly as in my youth,
Always there to dry my tears.

Always there when I was young
Not always welcome, it's true
Picking me up, righting me.
You still picked me up when I fell
I still need you.

Yet I have learned so much.
Your love helped me take my next breath.
Motherlove is infinite
It did not die with your death. 
You have made me mother
To my unborn son.

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Breana Wiggins January 9, 2009 at 3:54 PM nice write *Breana

Carrie Richards January 8, 2009 at 12:52 PM This poem really caught my heart, touched me deeply. I too, lost my mother before she could see her grandchild, but know that the wonderful gift she had given me, was the example of what a mother should be. I know I have been a good mom because of her love. This was beautiful, Alison. ~ Love, Carrie