My Other Mother

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My Other Mother

On the day we first met, I could see...
that you weren't crazy about me.
You wondered if your son had a clue...
what he was getting himself into.

A divorcee with a child must have seemed...
A little wild and not exactly what you dreamed.
It must have been the icing on the cake...
When your son's name my daughter did take.

I knew from the very start...
that you were a woman with a generous heart.
I felt that in time we would be...
as close as a mother and daughter could be.

Over the decades, we've had our ups and downs...
I'm sure I was the cause of many frowns.
I'm writing this so you can see...
What a wonderful gift you gave to me.

A woman who raises a son alone should be praised...
I want you to know what a wonderful man you raised.
And if I could have chosen my other Mother...
I would not have chosen any other.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

diannerae’s Poems (9)

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