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
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