Here you will find the Poem To My Mother of poet John Le Gay Brereton
Once more the Christian festival is near, And I, for whom each day repeats all days Continuously in ecstasy of praise, Love's birthday lasting through the unending year, Am dreaming how the spirit draws me sheer From farthest wandering in the illusive maze To that white centre whose creative blaze Spun me aloft and sets me tremulous here. And since all heaven is figured in my heart, As in a dewdrop ere it change and live There shines the glory of the eternal dome, Mother, to you the showering meteors dart Of free affection, fancies fugitive, And flare, with increasing heat and splendour, home.
