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Requiem for Mom (sonnet)
You were only seven when you went blind,
But could see again in less than two years,
Two years later you were seeking to find,
Full time work to help your mom ease her fears.
Eight brothers and sisters home, and dad dead,
From fascists' caresses in dark, dank cells,
You rolled up your sleeves without tears or dread,
Worked full time packing fish and working wells.
At sixteen you left for a foreign shore,
Worked hard, learned to read, saved all that you could,
To pay mom’s passage and two brothers more,
Keeping a promise as you knew you would.
Of your son you were as proud as can be,
But one of your cells was worth ten of me.
But could see again in less than two years,
Two years later you were seeking to find,
Full time work to help your mom ease her fears.
Eight brothers and sisters home, and dad dead,
From fascists' caresses in dark, dank cells,
You rolled up your sleeves without tears or dread,
Worked full time packing fish and working wells.
At sixteen you left for a foreign shore,
Worked hard, learned to read, saved all that you could,
To pay mom’s passage and two brothers more,
Keeping a promise as you knew you would.
Of your son you were as proud as can be,
But one of your cells was worth ten of me.
Published 14th Jun 2024
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14th Jun 2024 5:37pm
Those sonnets hold deep messages, worth the read and worth the recalling at any time,
the story is sad but a little briefly finished, i'd like to add more to the last line. thanks
-thanks for sharing, stay happy
the story is sad but a little briefly finished, i'd like to add more to the last line. thanks
-thanks for sharing, stay happy
14th Jun 2024 6:51pm
Thank you for your kind and generous feedback. It is greatly appreciated.
I wrote this sonnet after my Unsung Heroes Part VI which deals with her tragic life of hardship and adversity that never diminished her can-do attitude or dimmed her optimism. Only in her love of singing sad songs did she ever betray an inner sadness that she expiated through hard work and her music. (She sang like an angel and was offered a recording contract that she turned down in her late teens by an empresario who heard her singing while working as a maid in a seaside resort.)
The last couplet relates to her doting nature towards me (though we often disagreed and argued on a range of issues) and the simple recognition that a single cell of her body was worth ten of my whole being at any age.
I wrote this sonnet after my Unsung Heroes Part VI which deals with her tragic life of hardship and adversity that never diminished her can-do attitude or dimmed her optimism. Only in her love of singing sad songs did she ever betray an inner sadness that she expiated through hard work and her music. (She sang like an angel and was offered a recording contract that she turned down in her late teens by an empresario who heard her singing while working as a maid in a seaside resort.)
The last couplet relates to her doting nature towards me (though we often disagreed and argued on a range of issues) and the simple recognition that a single cell of her body was worth ten of my whole being at any age.
14th Jun 2024 7:35pm
That's quite clear, my friend, *and i think you have taken it to an even more worthy level of admiration and love, well deserved..
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14th Jun 2024 5:45pm
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14th Jun 2024 6:58pm
Thank you, my friend. Anyone raised by my parents other than a sociopath would have thrived, as did I despite my many shortcomings. They could have made a shard of broken glass believe it was a diamond.
