Mães

Neste dia de homenagens, ilustro a minha com um poema de Edgar Allan Poe, cujo bicentenário de nascimento comemora-se este ano.

TO MY MOTHER
Because I feel that, in the heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burnings terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you,
You who are more than mother to me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,
In setting my Virginia´s spirit free.
My mother - my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life

À todas as mães - parabéns (e obrigada).