A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: Mother, Summer, I

A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: Mother, Summer, I
Today’s poem is by a poet who usually stands at a distance from his subject. In this case, however, Philip Larkin writes with some tenderness as he thinks of the differences between his mother and him.

“Maternity is a sublime calling, and even though man’s ungrateful heart often forgets his mother’s sufferings to bring him into the world and her endless devotion in order to bring him up, it is well-known that when a man faces death on the battlefield, his last words are often directed to his mother. Dying soldiers scream, ‘Mother.’” ~ Alice von Hildebrand, writer and philosopher, born 1923 in Belgium, from The Privilege of Being a Woman
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My Note: In this 'age of savage inequalities' and even greater brutalities, society, especially the Church, must shake itself loose from its demonic shackles of indifference and indecency to address the terrible pain of massacred souls. O Church, Mother of Souls, embrace and love your lost children!