Submitted by Elaine Magliaro, Guest Blogger

I’ll be busy celebrating Mother’s Day with my ninety-five year old mother, my daughter, and granddaughter–and also with my husband and son-in-law.  Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers who frequent this blog! I’m dedicating the following poem to my dear mother.

A Poem by Christina Rossetti

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.

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Christina Rossetti (Academy of American Poets)