Mothers

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Date: 20 March 2009 20:54:42

Nature or nurture?

Something genetic or social construction?

Part of our being or something learnt?

These are questions I can't answer

Yet I know when I was young I was held

Fed and changed in my helpless state

As I grew my tears were wiped

My nonsense listened to patiently

Then as a young adult she let me go

With wise words of concern and acts of compassion

As we grew older she saw me become a mother myself

Gently advising me on the practical aspects

Of a strangely alien activity

Sometimes she would come and be grandma

So that her daughter could fly off and become a child again

And her grand-daughter could enjoy the care

That comes from the wisdom learnt being the mother of several

She was, inbetween everything else she did, always a mother

In a world of competing demands putting her children first

Then one day her body was gone

Yet her spirit remains

I don't know if my mothering skills were passed

Through the genes or through her wise advice

It doesn't really matter

She was my mum

And through her I have become Third Partys mum

This weekend I'll pause and remember with a greatful heart