Visions
A Real Job?
Born in the hills of West Virginia,
of Hungarian immigrants, she and her husband
eked out a bare living,
he in the mines,
she in a bare clapboard house.
A world of ones:
one toy, one cereal, one pair of shoes,
one pencil, one schoolbook,
one choice between something and nothing.
Later so her son could go to school
she moved to the edge of a town,
leaving her husband behind
so her son could go to school.
Living in a tumble down old house,
two rooms for ten dollars a month.
She taught him a love of nature,
tops of hills, ocean shores, riverbanks,
mountains and blue skies and lovely sunsets,
stories about freighters churning upstream,
exotic locations, China, the shores of the Philippines,
where there are palm trees, butterflies as big as kites!
She had so little to give as the worldly see it,
but in this way, she gave him the world.
Ah yes! To those wise in their own eyes, a nothing job.
In the sight of God, a blessing, an honor,
a great reward in Heaven, where the last
in the sight of the world,
are those who will sit at the head of the table.
God bless mothers!
of Hungarian immigrants, she and her husband
eked out a bare living,
he in the mines,
she in a bare clapboard house.
A world of ones:
one toy, one cereal, one pair of shoes,
one pencil, one schoolbook,
one choice between something and nothing.
Later so her son could go to school
she moved to the edge of a town,
leaving her husband behind
so her son could go to school.
Living in a tumble down old house,
two rooms for ten dollars a month.
She taught him a love of nature,
tops of hills, ocean shores, riverbanks,
mountains and blue skies and lovely sunsets,
stories about freighters churning upstream,
exotic locations, China, the shores of the Philippines,
where there are palm trees, butterflies as big as kites!
She had so little to give as the worldly see it,
but in this way, she gave him the world.
Ah yes! To those wise in their own eyes, a nothing job.
In the sight of God, a blessing, an honor,
a great reward in Heaven, where the last
in the sight of the world,
are those who will sit at the head of the table.
God bless mothers!
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A Real Job?
A Real Job?
