C.M.V.S. von Uthemann

(Carmel , New York, USA)

My Mother, Dr. Nesty

I have once smelled the fragrance
of sweet violets, fresh milk and the loving glance
Only a true mother can bestow to a babe in her arms,
Of, if there were only a miracle to restore Nature's balance
Twas the will of God that she care
For eight children, alas, one didn't dare,
Abandoning her dental chair and a flourishing career
For the sake of a devoted husband with a passion never bare.
Ah, if only she will realize that she is needed

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