Isolde Rowntree/Poem

''Daughter, sister, princess, mother. ''

''...But mostly mother. ''

Mother to my mother, to my brothers 

Mother to my sisters and my country and my children 

Mother to the person I was not born to be 

''But became. ''

''I don't mind. ''

After all, I love them 

''And what does love do but sacrifice? ''

My mother loved me, and I learned from her 

''How to sacrifice anyone and anything except myself. ''

And because of her, I will teach them how to love 

''In a more excellent way. ''

''This shall be your legacy, Mother. ''

I will love them how you loved me 

And I will atone for your sins.