To the Editor:
Mothers do not get the love and attention that they deserve. I thought Mother’s Day would be a great time to honor all mothers with my poem, “My Mother.”
 

My Mother
 

My mother loved me when I was right,

She loved me when I was wrong,

She loved me when I would fight,

She loved me because she was strong.
 

My mother worked hard for my success,

She crawled on her knees in the field,

She knew one day I would be blessed,

She prayed that I would never yield
 

To all temptations on the globe

More widespread than ever before,

An angel would come in a robe

To tell of a son she would adore.
 

I thank her every day

Whether at work or at play,

That God blessed me with a saint

Someone I shall always thank.
 

My mother gave me a heart,

Where God dwells every day,

I promised to do my part,

To love Him and always pray.
 

Leonard A. Slade Jr.

Albany

Editor’s note: Leonard A. Slade Jr., is SUNY Citizen Academic Laureate, Collins Fellow, Professor Emeritus, Poet Fellow of The Martha's Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing, and Poet Laureate of The Southern Conference on African American Studies.