A poem for my darling mother who loves me in unimaginable ways and whom I strangely resemble. For Mother dearest, I love you so dearly.
My Mother grew me up
My Mother grew me up, from when I was just a scrubby thing and a very very tiny human being
And taught me to tie my skirts and courtesy, and be kind
And look people in the eye
And fill the entirety of the space I occupy
My Mother is a god and she is damned determined and resolute
And irrepressible and spirited
My Mother taught me to hold my head high
And to here and there give new things a try
My mother Loves me and hates things about me
My mother loves me and though she doesn’t get the piercings and the no preservatives,
Mother walks this earth like a giant, who though she has become
Is still loving and kind and never quite walks by injustice
without acting out the conjurings of her heart and soul and mind
My Mother is funny and serious
And now older and endearing and fierce
But she still makes me polish the tiles thrice
Mother roams the world a thousand over in all the ideologies and daily lives of the people she taught
She raised them all up
And loved and Englished and scienced them up
My Mother is brilliant and improbable and kind and in many a way
The person I hope to be someday!
** Despite it’s proximity to Mothers Day, this is a performed (Open mic) poem I wrote for My Mother after a conversation with her earlier this week.