by Kevin T McEneaney
Mothers are nearly just like everyone,
except that they are mothers with children
who do not understand who they are,
or what role they are to play on life’s stage
with often disapproving audience.
My mother possessed that rare quality:
a sense of humor which children cherish,
a bond that makes the child a branch on tree,
that tree being family history.
I was more wayward than she would prefer,
yet I was never hateful. I admired
those who were clever, worked hard, daydreamed,
whether Hegel or the Three Musketeers.
Mothers are the extraordinary breast
who inspire every child to do their best!
