My Mother
Mom and dad and brother and sister,
Make up a family unit.
But who is the fairest of them all ?
It is spelled MOM, lets declare it !
I am going to talk about my mom
I hope you don't mind.
In 1919, a war bride, she was living a dream,
But leaving her family well behind.
A new country, with much to know,
She seemed lonely to this new found land,
The years would go by, never to return
To her England, her real homeland.
Raising a family, 2 girls and 2 boys
Kept her content and very busy,
Bringing up her family was her brightest joy,
But she was finding in her heart, something was heavy.
I was last of the litter,
So I knew her the best
She was eating her heart out, a friend to like her,
Just one friend that she could be blessed.
That friend did come, a tiny gal named lil
She came everyday for a crumpet and cup of tea
Idle chat the day it did fill,
Always tea and never coffee !
My mom never drove a car,
And never had an outside job,
Would you call that rather bizarre ?
She was a homemaker, loving her work with pleasure.
With old age, it would take it's toil,
My mother's last years were in a one room nursing home.
Her only visitor was me, and why was that ?
The others were too busy in their fast paced world.
Some people in life fall in the cracks,
But one day, she made a profession of faith,
Now she had inner peace ,no one else could bring
And that has made all the difference !
Just to let you know, my mother's name was Gladys,
A regal name, meaning royalty, a real princess !
But I never even once, heard someone call her that
To go through life, nameless is not right ?
About this poem
Motherhood
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Written on July 29, 2021
Submitted by Mcclintock on July 29, 2021
Modified on March 09, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AXXX XBXB XCXC XDXD AEAE FDFD GXGA XXHX XXXX XXHX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,554 |
Words | 314 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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