My Mother

Way back in the good old days,
I went to visit mother.
My thoughts had been with her so long,
There wasn't any other.

From her...I had learned,
What most I knew.
And from her she nourished,
While I grew.

There was a way,
That love had formed.
And the ways of strength,
She to me warmed.

There was a kinship,
Its edges bound in steel.
Her acts that grew me up mature,
Were common place and real.

And I miss the council that she gave,
Unsaid by any other.
Star...Jewel of my Soul,
Dearest One...My Mother.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Three of Ethel's great grandsons with their Mother, Suzette.