0178 Mother And Son Poem by Michael Shepherd
0178 Mother And Son
I'd known her all my life,
nursed her for seven years
night and day
yet when last night I lay down to sleep
I heard myself say
as if to someone else,
what a splendid lady,
I wish I'd known her better
I disagree with John, here. I think we always wish we had known our mothers better............... when its too late. Love, Fran xx
Michael...the last two lines of this very fine poem reel off as if they're coming out of another person, not the loyal son, which is very effective-both sentiments wrapped into one. Take care, John
Such a warm and thoughtful write Michael, I could echo your words completely. Soul stirring indeed. Kind regards, Justine.
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4/24/2024 11:18:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As the separation over time, diminishes the memories, the family stories and the un-bragged about heroism they showed at times, I think we knew them well enough if we remember them with love. Danny