One night, after reading a letter from my Mom, I was flipping through one of my books of poetry and read the poem C.L.M. by John Masefield.
It begins:
“In the dark womb where I began
My mother’s life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
But through the death of some of her.”
I realized while reading this poem, that my Mom is the best thing that ever happened to me, and that I should forever be grateful for the great gift she gave me. I also realized how I take her for granted much of the time, and how I treat her with disrespect. So, I thought I would share this.
The poem continues, saying:
“What have I done to keep in mind
My debt to her and womankind?
What woman’s happier life repays
Her for those months of wretched days?
For all my mouthless body leeched
Ere Birth’s releasing hell was reached?”
I need to remember this, and I urge everyone to take a moment and think about what you would say if it was your last day on earth. Tell those important people in your life how much they mean to you.

Mom, I love you.

One Response to Idea of the Month by Paul B.

  1. Paul, it seems that you have made this statement come true:
    My mother's life made me a man.
    And if your mother reads this blog, she will burst with pride and melt because of your new-found gratitude. I have a feeling that you will treat her with respect from now on, and she certainly had wisdom if she knew to send you to FMA. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with all of us. I don't know you, but I, too, have sons, I know the Cullinanes well, and I am very proud of you!

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