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When my mother moaned
As she witnessed her daughter depart this life
I was touched by the glitter in her tears
Tears of emancipated love,
The sort ordinary in a woman
That is not faked or imperfect;
But my father admonished me
That her tears were psychologically adulterated,
That her tears were meant to delude me-
After all fatality of a son is more devastating.
I did not accept as true what father told me
For I knew the lie in male psychology
So I ran from him without looking back
And followed mother to her bedroom
And I wiped away the tears from her face:
She was my mother
And I was her son
I could not let her cry alone.
Even though she never went to college, she watches Jeopardy each night and gets all the
answers right.
Even though she never had the need for a passport, she can talk about foreign cities as if
she grew up there as a young girl.
Even though she bore seven children into this world, she never lost her form and figure.
Even though she reads practically every book on the New York Times Best Sellers List, she
still finds time to read my amateurish drivel and brags about how much she likes them.
Even though she was raised in a strict Catholic environment, she easily and lovingly
accepted my brother’s announcement, and somehow convinced my ex-Marine father to do
the same, when he came out of the closet.
Even though she knew nothing about what was happening on the mat, she attended all my
high school wrestling matches and hers was the only voice I could hear, much to my coach’s
chagrin, amongst all the shouting and cheers.
Even though she had never worked a day in her life, she got a job as an accountant at fifty
years of age when my father was laid up for a while. The owners of the company loved her
so much they did not want her to go once my father was back on his feet again.
Even though she says her mother never made her do a domestic chore when she was
growing up, she maintains an impeccably clean home and is the most wondrous of cooks.
Even though she took care of seven kids all week while my father worked all day, she
always let him play golf on Saturdays or lounge around on the couch should the weather not
cooperate.
Even though she now has twelve grandchildren, she treats each one as being special and
displays a knowledgeable interest in the unique skills each one possesses.
Even though she turns eighty in one month, she has not heard this son tell her he loves her
enough…
Mom, I love you very much. Thank you for being you.
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