Mother

She was

     And is

My most treasured memory, 

Instilling all that is decent and good.

Gentle hands

     Gentle soul. 

Gliding through life on gossamer wings. 

Wise in her measure, she 

Spoke without judgment, 

Softly, quietly, never in anger, 

Unless in defense of those she called

Family, 

In which case she fought 

With the heart of a lion. 

Always near

     In spite of the distance, 

Always dear 

     To those she adored, 

Playfully childlike 

     Without being childish, 

Quick with a smile 

     Or a soft-spoken word.

Mothers are jewels,

Honored and precious.
Keep them forever.
You only get one.


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