Notes About The Poem
For the Mother's Day Poetry Contest of Benjamin Bartley
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Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother, what from you did I inherit?
I’m not so slim. I’m dark-haired with eyes green-blue.
You’re red-haired and slender; hazel are your eyes.
There’s little of myself I see in you.
You swear you know the only true religion.
No confidence have I though in your church.
But I know God exists because of you,
and so for faith I have no need to search.
Dear Mother, you are day and I am night.
Your likes and thoughts are rarely like my own.
But we are both quite quirky and obsessed,
so parts of us from some same seeds were sown.
You get down on your knees to scrub the floors,
for cleanliness is godliness you say.
My life is filled with work done by my brain.
With time left over, I just like to play!
Dear Mom, you sacrificed so very much
while I went sauntering where I was led
by chance! You love me, and that means a lot,
yet you cannot fathom what’s in my head.
I thank you, Mother, for the gift of life
and my self-confidence, which you inspired
by telling me how special that I was.
My love of life from you, Mom, I acquired.
Though we are different in many ways,
we’ve met our trials, taking them in stride.
In my achievements always you’ve rejoiced.
In your successes too I take great pride!
So on this Mother’s Day, I give my love,
and flowers I’ll send too as I always do.
You’re still so healthy in your 90’s while
your eldest struggles far away from you.
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