if you were here I could say so much about your gifts as a mother, you are on another journey now and still think of you every day.
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
To all mothers, mothers to be, mothers not to be, all women