I AM MY MOTHER

‘Twas today I stood
In envisions of ages
Past till my being
And I saw as I was
The child that grew
In the man I am
But I was a woman
My mother, my mother
When smokes smote
By pots on tripod
Then folktales at night
My head ‘neath her jaws
Like the potter and clay
I am my mother


This work portrays the predominant influence mothers generally have on their children by their ever-affecting presence.

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