For Jo-Anne, and all our Mum’s
I could see
At first glance,
Your soft
And graceful beauty,
I could tell in your youth,
You’d have any boy –
Dangling, from a string…
I was told
You were scared,
Of time, and getting old –
Our young women
Work so hard
To bear – and raise children,
Then in middle age feel cheated,
Their bodies not left
With a thing!
But we all grow old
And older, all together,
So time should hold no fears,
As years add to years.
And so, Pretty Jo –
For just a moment
I would hold you,
And tell you –
“Your beauty is like a constant,
Shining star,
Your children
Will have learned –
What all mothers have earned,
You’re so beautiful –
Just like you are.”
Tim Barritt. 11.3.07.
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