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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)

TITLE: Requiem For My Mother
By David Ian
05/01/08


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Friends, kindred, fellow Christians
Lend me your ears;
I have come to praise Betty
Not to bury her
Her Spirit, her influence on these fortunate
Enough to have known her,
Will certainly outlast her mortal coil

Indeed, it is we who are the unfortunate
She is with her First Love, God the Father
And her Sweet Savior Jesus
And we, we are left behind,
Only to linger in the afterglow
Of her departed spirit

And yet, that spirit will stay with us as we hold
Onto our fond memories
Please forgive me if I indulge in some of my own
I have so many, about a mother
Who was always there:

A child at bedtime sitting on her motherís lap
And from her lips come a magical world
And Jesus incarnated into a Golden Lion
And a tuck into bed

A cold, damp, winter morning
The school day hustle and bustle;
Breakfast, clothes, milk money and a sack lunch
Made by loving hands
And always, always a kiss goodbye before the bus

A waiting light in the window at curfew
A bowl of soup when the thermometerís high
A kiss and a hug when the tears stream down
A change of socks when the clothes arenít dry

A baseball, a basketball or soccer game
Choir recital, performance on stage;
A baptismal, a dedication, a graduation or two
All watched from benches, stands and chairs

Boy meets Savior
No need for fire and brimstone
He knows by example the way to Eternity
By watching, listening, learning

Boy meets girl
No need for words of wisdom
He knows the secret to happiness
By watching, listening, learning

But mom meets sicknessÖ
What example does he see here as well?
He watches,
He listens,
He learns

Friends, kindred, fellow Christians
Lend me your ears;
I have come to praise Betty
Not to bury her


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LauraLee Shaw05/02/08
Incredible. I read it out loud and it flowed perfectly for me. The qualities you chose to highlight were exceptional, and the way you built in the beginning and came down in the end was fascinating. I loved this!
Debi Derrick05/04/08
This is very nice; a unique way of creating a tribute that's neither maudlin nor unsympathetic. Just right.
Mandy White05/06/08
This poem has a wonderful sense of balance. You portrayed a loving, devoted mother very well. Beautiful flow.
Jan Ackerson 05/06/08
Oooh, I love the nod to Shakespeare! This really appealed to me.

One thing threw me a bit--sitting on her mother's lap? But the rest of it seemed to be written from a male POV.

Love the imagery here, and the frank sentimentality.
Debbie Wistrom05/06/08
The watching, listening and learning tell us so much about this mother. Wonderful thoughts you have capture on paper. Thanks and keep it up!
Joanne Sher 05/06/08
Lovely - very good imagery, and it flowed very nicely. Enjoyed this :)
Joy Faire Stewart05/07/08
Love the title and it flows for me. I especially like the 8th stanza.
Catrina Bradley 05/07/08
Love the poem! Sentimental without getting mushy, and a comfortable rhythm & flow.
Joshua Janoski05/07/08
I could picture someone standing on a stage or outdoors in front of a large crowd of people shouting this tribute for all to hear. I really enjoyed this tribute to your mother. Fictional or true, either way, it was very good, and I really enjoyed reading it. :)