I have heard in the Heavens above,
The angels whisper to one another,
Can we find another term for love?
Is there any so devotional as that of “Mother,”
By that dear name, I for long called you,
You were more than a mother for me,
And filled my heart of hearts, where death installed you,
In setting my spirit free.
My mother-my own mother, who died early,
Was more than a mother to me.
And I loved her dearly!
Copied from “To My Mother” by Edgar Allan Poe – 1809-1849
