Mother’s day is coming this weekend. Here is a poem I penned for my lovely mother back in the day when I penned poems:<\/p>\n
Finally a Poem for My Mother<\/strong><\/p>\n Wondering what kind of poem is right for you, Poems for all these Perhaps it is the fallibility of Because at the core – beneath Perhaps no poems come Perhaps no poem can find you I guess the right poem for you is none. Mother’s day is coming this weekend. Here is a poem I penned for my lovely mother back in the day when I penned poems: Finally a Poem for My Mother Wondering what kind of poem is right for you, years … Continue reading
\nyears go by with words for others.
\nFor wedded friends and once-upon-a-time lovers;
\nfor settings and sunsets; great joy, flat sorrow and
\nmarvel at simple things.
\nPoems for teachers, fathers, even dogs or rain
\nOr the welcome smell of bread
\nlike a warm cottage in a damp wood
\nand the new rays of spring light
\nthat wake long tired spirits to rise
\nup out of drowsy winter.<\/p>\n
\nthrough the years have come
\nbut for a mother there are few.<\/p>\n
\npoems and words
\nThat could never rightly paint
\nthe astounding presence of spirit
\nover a loud expanding family of seeming innocents
\nwho are each wise, when cornered,
\nrife with talent and the strange gift of empathy;
\nwho are open with each other and in love
\nwith the possibilities of the world.<\/p>\n
\nthe light cynicism of day to day –
\nthey have hope and they have faith.<\/p>\n
\nbecause you will<\/em> them away
\nwith merciless, indomitable Irish modesty,
\nor whatever it is that lets you dance around \u00a0in a tutu
\nlilting slightly flat tunes
\nin front of principals, superintendents and
\ngod knows who else
\none moment
\nBut be as private and reserved as the reverend mother
\nthe next<\/p>\n
\nbecause you are on the internet
\nor at \u201cDecells\u201d shopping for some one else
\nor rebuilding a church
\nor at some grandchild’s soccer game, concert recital,
\ngraduation day, birthday party, stage performance,
\narts & crafts fair, etc.
\nor feeding someone
\nor buying food to one day possibly feed to someone
\nor listening to someone’s point of view
\nor challenging someone’s point of view
\nor patiently helping the ones you love
\nget where they need to that day<\/p>\n
\nYou claim to never understand them anyways
\nand it’s doubtful that justice could ever be done
\nthrough a verse about daisies and April rain
\nSo I’ll just say what a marvelous 70 years!
\nThrough God’s grace we’ve been blessed having you here
\nand just so you don’t think I’m wasting your time
\nTo make it seem like a poem I’ll end with a rhyme.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"