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
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