Thomas Edison's Mother

My mother loved me into wonderfulness An odd child, too unusual for school. I was sent home the first day, with a note. I watched my mother’s face, for nuances. A small wavering cheek dimple would have Confirmed my most horrid fears. I could tell by the whisperings of the day The teacher did not want me there Would my mother feel shame? Would she call me names too? Like the children had? Arms enfolded me. Relief. She still loved me. My mother, the one person who Believed in me when I was feeling like No one else did. You my blessed son, are too smart to go there. I stared into her brown doe eyes. She had never been more convincing. And I was a child who needed to believe. She is the reason I persevered. No other teacher could have taught me Resiliency and tenacity like my mother did. She, and she alone, convinced me of my Brilliance. No one else would have failed nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine times and still tried one more time, right? So in a way I must dedicate the electric light-bulb to my mother. God bless you, Mother. You are my hero!