Brilliant motherhood and self-effacing femininity conjoined as one!



By Stanley Collymore

You are the visible characterization and uplifting

embodiment of natural motherhood, intuitively

conducting yourself as every loving, caring

and scrupulously trustworthy, biological

mother or parent of whatever category

should; an entirely enthralling and

a most pleasurable observation,

in every imaginable way, to

comfortingly survey in a

vivacious atmosphere

of unstinting and

quite justified

admiration.

Someone that in this generally feckless, highly

irresponsible and largely dissolute society

of mendacious mediocrity and purblind

stupidity commonplace unfortunately

as well as utterly demeaning and

which nowadays, delusionally

and asininely, are ludicrously are and

seriously passed off as desirable traits of

responsible parenthood and grown up

maturity; yet conscionably and in

every other conceivable way,

and noticeably eschewed

by you, patently and

ongoingly clearly

and specifically

lack any true

perception

of cogent

integrity.

But you who’re obviously untouched by all of this

have markedly in your case - so conspicuously

and refreshingly different, I must truthfully

say, that one would either have to be blind

or else completely doltish not to notice,

fully appreciate and unconditionally

venerate this methodology of yours in

every practicable way; that’s splendidly

unpretentious, manifestly scrupulous

and agreeable; positively appealing

undeniably inspirational and has

materialized as a decidedly

friendly, captivatingly

feminine and, from a

personal perspective, as

a veritably gratifying

sight to see and

honourably

revere!

© Stanley V. Collymore

5 October 2015.

Author’s Remarks:

The appreciation of altruistic motives if not entirely dead in Britain as a whole has most certainly been in a very regressive coma for several years now and markedly exhibits all the transparent signs of not only being terminally but also unrecoverably ill. Most contemporary Brits of all ages and each gender haven’t the foggiest notion of what altruism is or what when quite authentically dispensed that gesture is all about, and is nothing more, in my honest opinion, than casting pearls before swine. It’s the same with compliments genuinely given.

Thankfully it’s not a situation that I come across in Germany or anywhere else, come to that, globally, and categorically seems to be specifically a British curse. So as a rule of thumb the only Brits that I routinely pay compliments to or set about doing anything altruistically for are family members, close and trusted friends and on the very rare occasions those whom I’ve previously not met nor known but who evidently and rather refreshingly transcend the pernicious banality and rampant stupidity that is so replete within my country.

This poem was inspired by one such unique person who is British but is as far removed from her peers as chalk is from cheese.