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“Whistler’s Mother” (1871)
To my mother
By Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Mystery Mom
By Joanna Fuchs, 1921-1995
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all?
You’re always there with the perfect fix
For my problems, big and small.
Your love protects me day after day,
So I’m fearless, safe and sound.
I feel that I can do anything
Whenever you’re around.
Mom, your love is a mystery,
I haven’t got a clue
Why you love me all time,
But I’m very glad you do!
Only One Mother
by George Cooper, 1840-1927
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
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