This is the SAME POEM as "Most Loving, Most Loved, My Loved Mum"....
Please, have a read, thank you.
Thinking about the past
I will add the present now
the answer is oft tomorrow
with the most painful sorrows
not to mend or bend
it´s an overcrowded box with loads
when her eyes are just ailing,
she cannot keep smiling
she cannot write all the while
even walking with her mobile
is already disturbing
i really have to deal with this lady
i have never put her in the same row as another deity
as the others do in their intense insanity
i promised her twice every day to pray
she is cute, sweetest and worldly wise
but never sophisticated
as my most beloved Mama....
only with this small difference
my beloved mother has a blissful appearance
and a lot of tolerance and forbearance
my most beloved mother has constantly done her duties
as my constituency, she is the largest mental shelter
of all sorts of shortcomings and ailments
complete texts from the Bible or in fragments
she has constantly sent to me huge post,
all times with cum laude, God´s Love as The most
yes, sir, she stands tallest and more
she presents the Words of our dear Lord con amore (with love)
one thing i regret most
and that i would like to reveal
i still hope that i will stay in the constant appeal
with her rock-proof Exemplary power as such
as my most beloved mother
as my most diligent psychotherapist
of my necessary mental treasure
that has given me the most devoted pleasure....
Thinking about the earliest past
the present has been added at last
the answer is already visible
most painful worries, entirely gone
this is the greatest Miracle, invaluable....
Pipi, while walking with Sylvie on this emotional path to the day that
Jesus will ascend to heaven a.s. May 10...1985 years ago,33 years young....
MyNOTE: Mum died three days after Easter some years ago
I owe you all the next other Great Miracles, thank you.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem