Mother

Written by Nidian Tuesday, 10 August 2010 14:23

 

For a moment just a word

Until the ONE pushes other thoughts away.

MOTHER

 

So much of me that she is me.

I am she with extra life attached by apron strings

Or a chord of souls

And so, her profound love and sacrifice is rarely spoken of out loud.

Being almost me.

But now, Mother, it must be told, I love myself

So I must love you.

 

MOTHER

 

For a moment just a word

Until the thought eclipses all others.

Mother

 

So much of me that you are me,

Or I am you with extra life held by apron strings

Or a chord joining souls

 

So your love and sacrifice is rarely spoken of aloud.

Being almost me.

But now, Mother, it must be told, I love myself

So I must love you.