Mothering Sunday

To celebrate Mother's Day, I will insert another (not my own this time) poem that was placed in my mother's card when I wrote it. This was in addition to my own poem that I would hope have made my mum very happy. So, as with celebrating certain occasions, here it is also:

"Sonnets are full of love..."

 Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome

Has many sonnets: so here now shall be

One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me

To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,

To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee

I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;

Whose service is my special dignity,

And she my loadstar while I go and come

And so because you love me, and because

I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath

Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:

In you not fourscore years can dim the flame

Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws

Of time and change and mortal life and death.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)