Arguably, it was a long time ago,
An altogether different time from today.
But when I look back on those days,
I don’t know how my mother did it.
4 kids to raise on her own.
A single mom, teaching school,
Working so hard, not only to make ends meet,
But meet the needs of her children.
At this point in my life, I am only beginning to understand her commitment
To my brother, and sisters, and me.
How could she be so loving and nurturing,
During what must have been such a difficult,
Painful period for her personally?
How could she have given so much of herself,
To provide so perfectly for our spiritual, physical, and
We came home from school together,
We supported one another,
We did what we needed to do,
Until she came home from a long day,
Day after day,
To take care of us.
It is only now,
That I can begin to understand,
And love this working,
Gave to her children.
We were then,
And continue to be blessed now,
By our mom.
How does one possibly repay such love,
And undeterred devotion to our lives?
Just a single, working woman,
Doing everything she could to raise her children.
Unquestionably, she was, and is,
A gift of God to us.
So how do we repay her?
With the same depth, and breadth of
Love and commitment.
For our angel.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.