MARIAN WILSON'S MOTHER'S DAY 1946
My pregnant mother had her first Mother's Day
in California with my six month old brother,
and me, two months in the womb, as the other,
as our parents start planning a new place to stay.
She was an Ohio girl, loving Southern California,
where winter never intrudes, and fruit's always fresh.
The war had ended. Now to start civilian life afresh:
Dad to finish school and Mom to leave her Nirvana.
She, by trial and error, did the best for her kids; teaching
by example how to be parents, loving the burdens,
giving her plenty of stories, and gist for my sermons,
when I try metaphors of God's love in my preaching.
She taught us about the Divine, not in words but in deeds,
when helping us, her prize flowers, not turn into weeds.
