i Mother, Mother shining bright <br />how did you stand the terrors of the night <br />pressed down to fit a symmetry. <br /> <br />ii She won a beauty contest <br />about 1927 <br />how perceptive of the judges. <br /> <br />iii She was not a rock <br />love is stronger than stone <br /> <br />iv The world shrinks around <br />to make vexations insignificant <br /> <br />v I was vexatious enough <br />to try a saint <br />how fortunate for me <br />she wasn't one. <br /> <br />vi How fortunate for her <br />she had the love of my father. <br /> <br />vii The previous statement <br />could be open to debate. <br /> <br />viii Not only Solomon <br />sang in the wilderness <br />she loved him, she loved him. <br /> <br />ix Some of her songs <br />must have adhered <br />to that glistening hide. <br /> <br />x Her eyes missed nothing <br />her loyalty her fortress. <br /> <br />xi Streams of doubt <br />passed her by. <br /> <br />xii She preferred to believe <br />the unbelievable than doubt. <br /> <br />xiii I'm thankful she believed in me.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-at-my-mother/
