My Second Mother

Shakespeare never appealed to me
I never enjoyed poetry
Sophocles was a name I never knew
The brilliance of Chesterton, too
Everything changed when you showed me the world
Reimagined through the eyes of an artist

Music was something trivial, thought I
And there was no real beauty there
Respect for the voices of angels on Earth
You taught me – now it's vital as air!

Before you showed me everything
Really, nothing was important
I was no artist, no actor, no author
God's glories were not so apparent
I'll never forget how you brought me to life,
Defined me, and taught me to see