A WOMAN OF CHARACTER

The smell of cabbage boiling 
Out the back

Baked bread

Working all hours for their advancement
She achieved it

A woman of character
Sturdy and proud

Lovingly tender

She has gone now 
The way of all our mothers

They are flying away
Have already flown

That's the age we are

I bring my mother's bag 
To the funeral bearing
Memory and respect

My own dignity

Sorrows of arrested breasts 
Brotherly burdens borne 
Trustfully

Not as heavy now
For we too are grown stronger 
In confidence
In love 

Being parents 
Of another generation 
Who will one day remember

In memoriam
In aeternam
Eternally

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