To My Mother

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

by Edgar Allan Poe

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This wonderful poem is actually the opening piece for Ms. Werblin's first collection of poetry entitled 'Lullaby For One Fist'. Although there is not a second collection available (another web site referenced a work in progress) , the following link to the Massachusetts Cultural Council shows 3 unpublished (to my knowledge) poems from both 2002 and 2003. http: // The promise of this poet is seen in the work entitled 'Please Excuse Me'. If this wonderful piece is any indication of the growth of this poet we can only hope that Ms Werblin gets the opportunity to publish more of her works soon.