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We say that we were born alone, but that is not the whole truth.
No, it’s not about any religion or the act of a supreme being;
it’s about a woman bringing forth part of herself into the world
in a selfless act of creation that defies any doctrine or dogma,
but that celebrates the fragile nature of our own humanness.
We are created in the image of the human being who births us,
and there are no more beautiful words to bestow upon her
than Mother... Mom... Mommy; The symphony of divine love.
And when that source of life is itself at the brink of being no more,
when death comes knocking loudly at the door of consciousness
and we refuse to let it enter, we but delay the inevitable because
we do not want to surrender to that which must be surrendered.
We fight a battle we know we will lose, yet valiantly we bear arms.
One day mother will be no more; and her lovely face will be drawn
on the canvas of our memory, there to remind us of who we truly are.
Mother will be no more but her name will forever ring true in your voice,
as from your lips into your heart and soul her spirit will rest in the peace
that you give her to remain with her child in an eternal loving embrace.
Thus it is; she will not be abandoned when into the final passage she goes.
We say that we will die alone, but that is not the way of love for a mother.
Copyright © 2016, Joseph Civitella.