An Ode to Mothers Bygone
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I noticed that the Queen was born the same year as my mother. My mother was very sweet, like many from her generation. Anyway, I wrote this poem last night. Hope it's appropriate. An Ode to Mothers Bygone © Copyright 2022 by David Skerkowski. In the range of mothers bygone Was the kind that marked an age Who withstood and bravely fought on Though a war would grimly rage Who confronted decades daunting As but one more trying day Who for work was seldom wanting Taking virtue as the pay With a smile always ready Wide enough to heart lay bare As a source of spirit steady Given fervently to care Not a shame to from the world hide Never smoked and never swore Said her prayers at the bedside Knees pressed hard upon the floor And the budding summer berries That we picked to spite the heat Won't without her here to share them Measure even half as sweet Still a piece I could recover Should I her example live In a kindness to another And the given when I give |
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