Spelling Father By David Marshall Jones

The Comfort of a Mother’s Love

A mother's love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking. -Helen Rice

I was moved by Mr. Davis’s perspective on the role of a mother. Single parents don’t intend to raise their children alone, but due to unfortunate circumstances are forced to pick up the pieces left behind by the other parent. The dream David had is similar to the dreams of children who have experienced what it is like growing up in a household with a single parent. His dream signifies the realities of divorce and the burden it places on young minds of children.  

Growing up, I always was troubled by the emptiness in which I felt because of not having the presence of a male figure in my life. I yearned for the hole in my heart to be filled, constantly seeking out the people around me to give me an insight of the feeling of being complete. Reading this poem I realized that I had never really had been fatherless, I was grasping for what I always had, which was a mother who did everything in her power to lead us down the right path. My mother like all moms have taken on the role of a mother and father, being both the provider and nurturer. The love of a mother is incomprehensible, it is a never ending supply of compassion. The strength and courage possessed by all mothers is inspirational, although the journey in, which they travel is rough they are always mindful of giving their children the life they never had. "We are not all perfect, but the one mistake they never make is abandoning their seeds.” The lessons a mother teaches her child is one of the most important life lessons in, which a person can receive. In this poem David describes his mother as a women who has experienced the tests of time. She has given all she can, but continues to push forward finding the inner strength to be at the beckon and call of her children. The bond that a mother shares with her child is unbreakable. Reading this poem, I remembered what my grandmother always told my sisters and I ,” to always love and cherish your mother, as their will never be another one like her.”