Sunday, May 12, 2013

to my Mother

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
     Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
     One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
     To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
     Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come.
And so, because you love me, and because
     I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
          Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
          In you you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
     Of time and change and mortal life and death.

~(Christina Rossetti)~

To my own mom: I wouldn't love poetry if it hadn't been for you teaching us how to read it and helping us memorize it. Thanks for giving us all a love of learning from the very beginning and taking such good care of us. We certainly wouldn't be the people we are today without you!

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