Vol #2: [SONG] Mother
- Ronald Mitchell
- Dec 11
- 2 min read
Updated: Dec 14

The song that started it all is “Mother.”
It began as a poem I wrote for my mother ten years ago, in October 2015. No AI. Just love—and a little inspiration—guiding me as I tried to find the right words. As you can imagine, this song is especially meaningful to me. Every word was chosen deliberately, shaped and reshaped over the ten years it took me to finally finish the poem. I’ve included the original poem below.
Quick disclaimer: This is an early version of the song. It hasn’t been refined, workshopped, or polished yet. You’re hearing it exactly where it is right now—messy edges and all. I’m sharing intentionally as part of the creative process.
Mother
by Ronald Mitchell (for Carole Mitchell)
Many poems have been written
Many songs have been sung
Many odes been recited
Many dedications have been done
Many tears have been dried
Many bellies have been fed
Many hugs have been given
Many prayers have been said
A mother is sacred to many
A mother is cursed by so few
A mother is praised for so much
Yet seldom given her due
A mother is loved for just caring
A mother is loved for being there
A mother is loved for defending
A mother is loved beyond compare
How can I say something different
Something never recited before
How can I convey true emotion
Beautiful, uncensored and raw
Have I deluded myself
Hunting words compelling and new
Have I lost sight of what matters
My love and appreciation of you
As I tell you “I love you”
Hear the tone in my voice
Focus not on the language
But in the sentiment rejoice
“Love” is a word used too often
Bandied from one to another
Yet, the meaning of love is still sacred
A meaning synonymous with “Mother”
-- October 2015
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