Mothers

 I've a  magnifying mirror

What  joy am I hoping to find?

My face growing like my mother's 

She's long gone but lives in my mind

I once proudly drew a new friend

He complained, 'It's not a likeness

But it looks just like my father,'

That brought our friendship to an end

Now I have become my mother

Act like my mother to my son

Who listens to everything

'Though trivial? I am the one

Now I'm my grandchild's grandmother

I've grown old, wise and I am grand

Last in a long line of mothers

Who all listen. I understand

Whether you're a king or a queen

A servant, a worker or slave

We all need to write, sing or talk

Even if to a silent grave

Worldwide people pray to a God

Or phone their sister or brother

Teachers explain and preachers talk

The one who listens is mother.

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Angela Lansbury is the author of poetry books: Seriously Funny Poems; Poetry Workbook; Poetry Pets and Pests. She is a retired but not retiring tutor of English language, and a travel writer. Her prose books include Wedding Speeches & Posts; Etiquette For Every Occasion; Embarrassing Moments (Amazon and Lulu.com. She is an active member of Toastmasters International speakers clubs, in person and online. Her blogs on blogspot include Comical poems with Hazel nutter; travel with Angela Lansbury, Dress of the Day with Angela. She is also on Facebook, Pinterest, and LinkedIn. Her poems and prose are in anthologies edited by Carolyn Street.