{"id":2378,"date":"2010-10-11T17:35:09","date_gmt":"2010-10-11T17:35:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/slightlydoolally.com\/wp\/?page_id=2378"},"modified":"2010-10-11T17:35:09","modified_gmt":"2010-10-11T17:35:09","slug":"from-the-3-children","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/slightlydoolally.com\/wp\/?page_id=2378","title":{"rendered":"From the 3 Children"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Mother<br \/>\nA Cradle to Hold Me<br \/>\nBy Maya Angelou<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It is true<br \/>\nI was created in you.<br \/>\nIt is also true<br \/>\nThat you were created for me.<br \/>\nI owned your voice.<br \/>\nIt was shaped and tuned to soothe me.<br \/>\nYour arms were molded<br \/>\nInto a cradle to hold me, to rock me.<br \/>\nThe scent of your body was the air<br \/>\nPerfumed for me to breathe.<\/p>\n<p>Mother ,<br \/>\nDuring those early, dearest days<br \/>\nI did not dream that you had<br \/>\nA large life which included me,<br \/>\nFor I had a life<br \/>\nWhich was only you.<\/p>\n<p>Time passed steadily and drew us apart.<br \/>\nI was unwilling.<br \/>\nI feared if I let you go<br \/>\nYou would leave me eternally.<br \/>\nYou smiled at my fears, saying<br \/>\nI could not stay in your lap forever<br \/>\nThat one day you would have to stand<br \/>\nAnd where would I be?<br \/>\nYou smiled again.<br \/>\nI did not.<br \/>\nWithout warning you left me,<br \/>\nBut you returned immediately.<br \/>\nYou left again and returned,<br \/>\nI admit, quickly,<br \/>\nBut relief did not rest with me easily.<br \/>\nYou left again, but again returned.<br \/>\nYou left again, but again returned.<br \/>\nEach time you re-entered my world<br \/>\nYou brought assurance.<br \/>\nSlowly I gained confidence.<br \/>\nYou though you knew me,<br \/>\nBut I did know you,<br \/>\nYou thought you were watching me,<br \/>\nBut I did hold you securely in my sight,<br \/>\nRecording every moment,<br \/>\nMemorising your smiles, tracing your frowns.<br \/>\nIn your absence<br \/>\nI rehearsed you,<br \/>\nThe way you had of singing<br \/>\nOn a breeze,<br \/>\nWhile a sob lay<br \/>\nAt the root of your song.<br \/>\nThe way you posed your head<br \/>\nSo that the light could caress your face<br \/>\nWhen you put your fingers on my hand<br \/>\nAnd your hand on my arm,<br \/>\nI was struck with a sense of health,<br \/>\nOf strength and very good fortune.<\/p>\n<p>You were always<br \/>\nThe heart of happiness to me,<br \/>\nBringing nougats of glee<br \/>\nSweets of open laughter.<\/p>\n<p>During the years when you knew nothing<br \/>\nAnd I knew everything, I loved you still.<br \/>\nCondescendingly of course,<br \/>\nFrom my high perch<br \/>\nOf teenage wisdom.<br \/>\nI grew older and<br \/>\nWas stunned to find<br \/>\nHow much knowledge you had gleaned<br \/>\nAnd so quickly.<\/p>\n<p>Mother I have learned enough now<br \/>\nTo know I have learned nearly nothing.<br \/>\nOn this day<br \/>\nWhen mothers are being honoured<br \/>\nLet me thank you<br \/>\nThat my selfishness, ignorance and mockery<br \/>\nDid not bring you to<br \/>\nDiscard me like a broken doll<br \/>\nWhich had lost its favor.<br \/>\nI thank you that<br \/>\nYou still find something in me<br \/>\nTo cherish, to admire and to love.<\/p>\n<p>I thank you Mother<br \/>\nI love you.<\/p>\n<p><strong>With love and thanks from your 3 children!! <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother A Cradle to Hold Me By Maya Angelou It is true I was created in you. 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