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: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...