Do you know, almost all people love their mothers, but I have never met anybody in my life, I think, who loved his mother as much as I love you. I don’t believe there ever was anybody who did, quite so much, and quite in so many wonderful ways. I was telling somebody yesterday that the reason I am a poet is entirely because you wanted me to be and intended I should be, even from the very first. You brought me up in the tradition of poetry, and everything I did you encouraged. Some parents of children that are “different” have so much to reproach themselves with. But not you, Great Spirit

If I didn’t keep calling you mother, anybody reading this would think I was writing to my sweetheart. And he would be quite right

Well, dear, this is enough for now. I will write again soon