All Mothers are the Same
In “My Mother”, by Robert Mezey the mother is described over forty four lines as, basically my mother.
Mezey starts of the poem of with him getting a letter from his mother, and describes her just as I would describe my mother and my reaction to her as I get a call or text message. She always tries to start off with something funny like sending me a picture of comic strip that she always manages to get her finger in cause she can’t use the phone camera to well, and the breaks off into something serious like my grades, if I have to work for the weekend, or whether or not I paid my bills on time. So in the first lines when Robert says “a comedian to the bone but underneath, serous and all-heart “, I can relate to the displaced face he probably made.
