Transcendental Sonnet #1377:
On Mother's Day

in memoriam Patricia Lance

My mother used to call it jealousy
This impulse which makes others so unkind
Whatever it is it is hell for me

Some seem to just love to mess with my mind
Push all the buttons to make me feel bad
Make it so I never know what to think
Use me abuse me and make me feel sad
And ultimately bring me to the brink
Of giving up or else of going mad

She knew this because they did it to her

On Mother's Day I weep for what we lost
Of all the joys which are not never were
Will never be and stagger at the cost
Of jealousy to my Mom and to me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Afine tribute to our mothers who are angels descended ON earth
to render services like ambassodorS of GOD the almighty
steven A NICE TREAT INDEED!
SUPANI

a son's love for his mother - as Supani says, a fine tribute.

I liked it. Mom's are special and wise, my mom is like my bestfriend, I don't know what I would do if I lost her.

Thank you, dear friends.

Love,

+Stevie