And The Eternal Of These...(Is Love)
Though mothers grow older;
Though their flowers wilt to die;
And works of their hands sad-away;
Only their words of love will remain and revive…
So, like as a mother,
In your own life--and you get to choose--
Neglect not to become
The words of love
You say to others;
Fulfill all their meanings
In every precious season you share by them;
For it will only-and-forever be
Your own words of love
That will remain and revive…
Remain and revive...remain and revive…
—Dumas fils, Covid 2021
(For, Maurine May)