There are men who help mothers become mothers.
There are mothers who help men become men.
My mother was such a mother, just a Mom who would wink at me.
A scheming smile and a wink to start the day.
Hours upon hours standing at the kitchen sink window,
Watching the hummingbirds who repay her kindness.
Worrying through the darkest nights of her life,
lord; so her many children were aright.
Time came too soon, for her to be a child again.
Unnatural to be dressed by a son, embarrassing and humbling.
She sits bowed by time upon the edge of her bed,
Not beaten, but surely worn and sore for her ceaseless works.
Forging little girls into strong, gracious women and,
Little troublesome boys into trustworthy, thinking men.
That might appreciate in a strong, gracious woman,
Those attributes of which Mother was so endowed.
Very touching and loving poem. I agree, it take a good women to raise boys to be men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified emotions, and passion.