I am my mothers’ child
As I myself, begin to grow old
And reflect on my mother’s passing
I realise just how amazing
She really was
And the legacy she left behind
She did not raise us to be
Weak-minded souls
Nor she did bear us
To not achieve
Or reach our goals
She gave us what
Our father lacked
Or seemed unable to bestow
She filled us with
Good advice,
And told us stories of old
That spoke of a lesson
Of being wise,
Said in a way
Only she could have told
The message always
Reached home
Maybe because there
Was always laughter
In her own special way
We learnt about life
So much faster
I’d like to think
That I’ve ripped a page or two
From my mamas’ book
I see myself in her so much
The way I handle things
My patience
Depending on my gut
Being independent
Honest and forthright
Having integrity
And being naturally kind
But it has taken a whole life
To understand
I am indeed my mothers’ child
Sharon Carter-Wray
(25th March 2018)