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🌺In Italy and in many other countries today we celebrate Mother’s Day🌺
🌺 Happy Mother’s Day to all my dear friends 🌺


Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.

Mother” is a little-known short poem by an almost forgotten modernist,Lola Ridge (1873-1941).
This simple lyric is a meditation on what a mother means to her children.
Her love is like “moonlight/turning harsh things to beauty’”

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