You cannot be changed...

I have watch for almost a year now my mother tend to my father's worsening condition. After fifty-two years of being together you can still sense the love she has for him. I came to this little writing as a way to pay tribute for all that she does as a wife, mother and grandmother;


Maman

...Of strong stock, yet soft-souled
the frigid cold
of Montreal’s long, long winters
never changed you.

The Church which formed
your fleeting youth– (the Sisters)
in their black & white robes,
under their strange hooded caps
and conservative cloaks–
never changed you.

Your father, sick and weak,
who, perhaps, wanted a boy;
his laconic love
came late in life
never changed you.

The man you married
the family you raised–
two sons, and grandchildren–
to praise and hold dear
never changed you.

All these things
of nature & time
cannot change you,
will not change you, you of
strong stock & ever so, soft-souled...