My mother’s life is and was
All giving
My creator, an image of my Creator.
Her very blood infused into my veins
She has made a home and a life for me
In my weakness, she was strength
In my want, she was plenty
In my soul, my mind, my aspirations
My mother’s heart is poured into mine
In our differing visions, or visions shared
My mother was there
Supporting, condoling, celebrating
Much of me is not her
Much of me is her
It matters not
She gave, gives
A mother’s life is and was
All giving.
David Fekete 