Mother’s Day, 2021

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Johnny Pearson, piano and Orchesta  (1967)
- Friendly Persuasion
(Tiomkin)

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