An Ode to my Beloved Mother poetry Clutching at my Mary, Thinking of the gift, I’ll always remember Who I wish to be with. But some dreams can’t come true, For life is the beginning, Try not to grasp to tightly Before Death comes running for you…. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...