Eulogy for My Mother
Bryan Wilhite
When food through my hands Is placed before my children I remember my mother Whenever the creativity of kindness Or the improvisation of generosity Energizes my encounters with others I remember my mother I did not know that toilets got dirty Until I left my mother’s house I did not know that fiery courage And persistent determination Was so precious and rare Until I left my mother’s house Like in olden times My mother was my first teacher I did not know such wealth Was so unusual and gloriously extreme[click to view introduction]