My Mother Was Love

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