i Mother, Mother shining bright
how did you stand the terrors of the night
pressed down to fit a symmetry.
ii She won a beauty contest
about 1927
how perceptive of the judges.
iii She was not a rock
love is stronger than stone
iv The world shrinks around
to make vexations insignificant
v I was vexatious enough
to try a saint
how fortunate for me
she wasn't one.
vi How fortunate for her
she had the love of my father.
vii The previous statement
could be open to debate.
viii Not only Solomon
sang in the wilderness
she loved him, she loved him.
ix Some of her songs
must have adhered
to that glistening hide.
x Her eyes missed nothing
her loyalty her fortress.
xi Streams of doubt
passed her by.
xii She preferred to believe
the unbelievable than doubt.
xiii I'm thankful she believed in me.
Thomas Golding
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-at-my-mother/
