<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memory Of Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother dear of this my life<br>you were more to me like a wife<br>as we lived together for a while<br>after dad had died and in style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We went just about everywhere together<br>though it depended much on the weather.<br>And the fact that I was more reclusive<br>meant that it was hard to be inclusive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ours was a supremely chaste interdependence<br>which worked well to the point of transcendance.<br>Although I was the son and you were the mother<br>I would often give advice like a husband and father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You had various problems with your health<br>but this did not undermine spiritual wealth.<br>There were certain things that you would more or less ignore<br>due to a stubborn habitual independence that I would implore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to enhance your life and give you much more<br>rather than take anything away out of nature’s store.<br>And when that was stiffled with outside interference<br>the end result being one of a regretful ill occurence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You lived to the ripe old age of eighty eight<br>and in all you did you were never really late.<br>You would try to help one and all in your own way<br>and people would look up to you and kind words say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A very resourceful lady and one with a certain skill<br>you tried your hand at many things and the time fill.<br>I would often marvel as to how you got everything done<br>with a single minded purposefulness you ignored none. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now gone is the lady of the house<br>who played the part of a spouse<br>and all that we used or shared together<br>is now idle at the mercy of the weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But her love still guides me in my heart<br>and urges me on daily to play the part<br>in doing the things that she would like me to do<br>even though she’s gone by doing to remain true.<br>-------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Krokos">George Krokos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396402" data-title="In Memory Of Mother de George Krokos" data-description="O mother dear of this my life you were more to me like a wife as we lived together for a while after dad had died and in style. We went just about everywhere together though it depended much on the weather. And the fact that I was more reclusive ..."></div> </div> </div>

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