Reader's Blog; To My Mother

Pg.  959


            "Because I feel that, in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of 'Mother', Therefore by that dear name I long have called you, You who are more than mother to me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,"

-I like how in this poem, Poe talks about his aunt, and how she was more to him than just an aunt. Since she raised him, she became practically his mother. He also tells of how she'll always be his mother and that he wont love her any less even if Death gets them in the way.