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Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)
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TITLE: Requiem For My Mother | Previous Challenge Entry
By David Ian
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Lend me your ears;
I have come to praise Betty
Not to bury her
Her Spirit, her influence on these fortunate
Enough to have known her,
Will certainly outlast her mortal coil
Indeed, it is we who are the unfortunate
She is with her First Love, God the Father
And her Sweet Savior Jesus
And we, we are left behind,
Only to linger in the afterglow
Of her departed spirit
And yet, that spirit will stay with us as we hold
Onto our fond memories
Please forgive me if I indulge in some of my own
I have so many, about a mother
Who was always there:
A child at bedtime sitting on her mother’s lap
And from her lips come a magical world
And Jesus incarnated into a Golden Lion
And a tuck into bed
A cold, damp, winter morning
The school day hustle and bustle;
Breakfast, clothes, milk money and a sack lunch
Made by loving hands
And always, always a kiss goodbye before the bus
A waiting light in the window at curfew
A bowl of soup when the thermometer’s high
A kiss and a hug when the tears stream down
A change of socks when the clothes aren’t dry
A baseball, a basketball or soccer game
Choir recital, performance on stage;
A baptismal, a dedication, a graduation or two
All watched from benches, stands and chairs
Boy meets Savior
No need for fire and brimstone
He knows by example the way to Eternity
By watching, listening, learning
Boy meets girl
No need for words of wisdom
He knows the secret to happiness
By watching, listening, learning
But mom meets sickness…
What example does he see here as well?
He watches,
He listens,
He learns
Friends, kindred, fellow Christians
Lend me your ears;
I have come to praise Betty
Not to bury her
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One thing threw me a bit--sitting on her mother's lap? But the rest of it seemed to be written from a male POV.
Love the imagery here, and the frank sentimentality.