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A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother by F.Joanna

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A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother

I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.
I am a mother now, and so I know
Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago.

I think of all the things you gave to me:
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,
Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul-
All these you spent on me throughout the years.

You loved me with a never-failing love
You gave me strength and sweet security,
And then you did the hardest thing of all:
You let me separate and set me free.

Every day, I try my best to be
A mother like the mom you were to me.

-F.Joanna

Explanation

This sonnet is written by the poet F.Joanna, which portrays the hardships a mother undergoes in bringing up her children. In turn her daughter who has become a mother conveys her love and affection for her mother in this very soulful sonnet.

The daughter contemplates on her childhood and accepts that bringing up children is hard work mixed with fun. Like her mother who would have learnt it long ago by experience the daughter learns the same. She thinks of all the things her mother gave her sacrifice, devotion, love and tears, her heart, her mind, her energy and soul which she had spent on her throughout the years. Her mother’s love for her was never failing and she gave her daughter strength and security. Finally she separated her daughter from her, which was the hardest of all her trails and she set free. Now that daughter is married and has a separate identity. She tries to be the same kind of mother that her mother was to her.

This sonnet conveys how a young child get the imprint of her childhood. If it is positive, the child grows up to be a confident and assured person. The child is able to put into practice whatever she has learnt and experienced in its childhood.

“I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.
I am a mother now, and so I know”

The daughter says that she often thinks about her childhood, as she is a mother now so she knows what her mother had done for her.


"Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago."

A mother learns as she raises her young one and works hard and has fun too!


"I think of all the things you gave to me:
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,"

The daughter thinks of all the things her mother had given her, and her devotion, sacrifice, love and tears.


"Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul-
All these you spent on me throughout the years."

Her mother had spent her energy, and used her heart, mind and soul throughout the years in bringing up her daughter.


"You loved me with a never-failing love
You gave me strength and sweet security,"

Her mother loved her and never failed even once in her love. She gave her daughter freedom and let her marry and separated her from herself.


"And then you did the hardest thing of all:
You let me separate and set me free."

Then she did the most difficult and hardest act of all. She gave her daughter freedom and let her marry and separated her from herself.


"Every day, I try my best to be
A mother like the mom you were to me."

The daughter says that everyday she tries her best to be a mother like her mother was to be.


Contemplate - Think about
Devotion - Great love and loyalty
Sonnet - A fourteen line poem with a fixed rhyme scheme




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Comments

  1. Great! Helped a lot! Can you post more?!

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    1. Yeah! I keep my site always updated. So no worries! If you want anything more please feel free to ask me!

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  2. Need information about the poetess, as there are another one with same name please

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    1. She is Joanna Fuchs, has a website poemsource.com

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