Fats here.
I’m going to make this short and sweet. The poem I’m sharing today is dedicated to all the mothers in the world, who should be celebrated everyday. (I’m partial because I’m a mama’s girl through and through.) Maggie Smith’s The Mother* is taken from her poetry collection, Good Bones. I’ve shared a few of her works earlier this year. Maggie Smith is one of my favorite writers.
A big Thank You to Elizabeth Steinglass for hosting the Poetry Friday round-up!
*Text and images courtesy of QuotesCreator app. Background image is an original, Picasso-style, acrylic painting by Marlina Vera.
For more poetry for the soul, check out these other poems by Maggie Smith.
Gathering Books 
Ah, the complexity is shown here, Fats. If only we could ‘visit’ our mothers now that we are older, too. That’s a wish I have. Thanks for this.
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Wow Fats! This poem is just loaded with all kinds of truths about the mothers. Thanks for the introduction to Maggie Smith, Poet.
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Wow. I feel like this is one of the only poems I’ve read about mothers that really captures the “bigness” of mothering.
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The mother of all truth is held in this poem. Thanks for sharing, Fats.
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I love all the different images of mother that this poem shows–such depth and width. Thanks for sharing it.
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So powerful on so many levels.
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Thanks for this woven, Mother tapestry of poems Fats, I really like “The mother is a landscape.”
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