My Mother
She gave me life, she gave me breath.
She gave me all that I could ask for.
She gave me of her uttermost self.
Bequeathed to me, weaned from her breast.
She cared for me throughout the years.
Through life and sorrow —bitter tears.
I knew that she was growing old.
When first I saw some streaks of hair.
Now flinched to a dismal grey.
Her love increased; and not diminished.
Sadly she would one day leave.
Departed, yet remaining firmly in my heart.
And now that she is dead and gone.
Gone with the wind that still blows by.
Gone yet to some place with another dawn.
No longer her to soothe my lonesome heart.
Yet hovering with her fulsome blessings.
Reminding me she’s still nearby.
I miss her much, I cannot tell.
My mother — whom I loved so well!
About this poem
This poem was composed in 1948 in Kingston, Jamaica, when I was a teenager attending Calabar High School and pedaling daily to school through the Red Hills of the village on a bike. At the age of thirteen I was already reminiscing about the mysteries of life and Death, having had a sister die years earlier from malaria at the tender age of six. While the poem is entitled My Mother, it was not composed at the time as a personal statement concerning any family members. Both my parents were fully alive at the time of the poet’s composition. The poem was written largely to experiment with the lyrical nature of poetry that was like music to my ears. I also loved to hear my mother frequently reciting poetry, along with many wise old saws, sharing her joy for the pulsating beat of words in harmony. more »
Written on February 11, 1948
Submitted by karlcfolkes on September 22, 2021
Modified by karlcfolkes on May 12, 2024
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XX XX AA XX XX XB CD CB XD EE |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 764 |
Words | 170 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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