A word of thanks to mom.
I thank my mother for all her nurture and hard work,
the love and effort she invested in me.
she invested in me.
The loving care etc etc
but thanks is not praise.
In Praise of Mom.
Praise is admiration whether it helps me or not,
and Mom deserves a ton of that,
World champion almost blind lady
who did so well at home and work
that people forgot she was blind.
she shood people out of her kitchen
because they got in her way,
and was never embarrassed to ask for help
to read a recipe or thread a needle.
most of all she could handle my father,
when the darkness came over him
and he could not get unstuck from the negative,
face to face whe would scold and bully and challenge him
to be his best
and so her voice is still in my head
20 years after her death,
praising me for my best qualities
and challenging me to be my best.
In Praise of Mom.
Thank you, Daddy, for keeping the Voice of Grandma alive in you. I praise her, too, for raising such a wonderfully complex and beautifully paradoxical human who I am fortunate enough to have as my Father. I love you. I love you. I love this sentiment.