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The Mother In The House

For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave.
And spread them out with gracious hand
Wherever you walk, wherever you stand.

For such as you, of scent and dew
Spirits their rarest nectar brew,
And where you sit and where you sup
Pour beauty's elixir in your cup.

For all day long, like other folk.
You bear the burden, wear the yoke,
And yet when I look in your eyes at eve
You are lovelier than ever, I do believe.

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  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    March 13
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    I see this in retrospect - as an adult realising and appreciating what his Mother meant to him. It is written with tender love and respect and is quite beautiful.
    to anyone who no longer has their Mother close-by it has a poignant quality hard to explain.


  • phatalvision Moderators member
    March 13

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    This is a beautiful tribute to mothers the world over. I can't help but feel this was written by an adult looking through the eyes of a younger child. I love the imagery of the first two stanzas.