Happy Mothers Day to you and me and everyone whoever helped a child grow.

Mother

e e cummings
MOTHER

if there are any heavens my mother will (all by
herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses 

my father will be (deep like a rose
tall like a rose) 

standing near my 

(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see 

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my 

(suddenly in sunlight 

he will bow, 

& and the whole garden will bow) 


(reposted from Alive On All Channels )