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My Mother was an avid reader and a lover of poetry,
the following is based upon the writings by
Rabindranath Tagore and Dylan Thomas.
She had the qualifications to go to college,
but was in the wrong era to so do.
What would have happened if she so did?
I would not be here.
Do not morn that she is no more,
but be happy that she was.
Her death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but more like the putting out of the lamp,
when her time did come.
There is a time to go gentle into that good night,
Old age shouldn’t burn and rave at close of day;
No need to rage against the dying of the light.
For wise people at their end, know that dark is right,
My mother went gentle into that good night.
My mother did not rage against the dying of the light.
For those who caught and sang the sun in flight,
Do go gentle into that good night.
Do not rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And my dear mother, there on her sad height,
She welcomed death as she welcomed life,
With no fierce tears, when her time did come.
I am glad that she went gentle into that good night.
She was at peace with the dying of the light,
Though, in my mind’s eye,
Her light still shines bright.
I want to celebrate her life.
My mother taught me how to survive this harsh cruel world,
Mom taught me to love the moments of life!
I will always cherish those moments!
I will always love and cherish the memories of my mother!
Good Night Mom, Sleep Tight!