I posted the kids and thought I should add mine:
The Mothers I've known
The Mothers I've known
Many
have been constrained
By
time, reason, or their own minds
To
pass through life with but one mother
But
me I have loved myriad
A young one I knew sprained her ankle
Quickly
the rumor rampant was
They
shoot lame horse and mothers
Though
she never was ‘lame’
The
UnAaronic mother and I
Had
our outings
Made
mini- loafs of bread with me
When
I was too young to participate as I felt I should
The
sporting mother showed many faces
I
had a softball game that night, and
With
no one else around she came
Warmed
me up because I needed practice
That
same softball fanatic mother
Drove
multiple times to SLC with the team
One
rule – no Unh, Unh, Unh music on the ride
What
taste – I guess she wasn’t the music mother
The
snurfer, that little snow surfing ski
Yes,
another of her sports
She
gamely tried it on the hill in back
Face
plants, caressed in white, she looked divine
One
mother named Hiawatha
Sloppy,
floppy hat with paddle in hand
The
4th on the St. Croix
With
a handsome date at stern
The
sporting mother so closely relates the gaming mother
In
zeal, competitiveness and love of the chase
The
three hand master, the card counter
She
won, she laughed, and she won again without mercy
Scrabble,
Quinto, Backgammon
Twixt,
Quiddler, Crazy Kings
Othello,
Five Straight, Rummicube
Master
of all, loser at none – how fair is that
The
English professor’s wife
Though
he ruled the dictionary
In
fact it was she who
Taught
typing, corrected papers, typed themes
The
funny girl mother
Laughed
AT gifts of galvanized watering cans
Chortled
at cardboard birthday cakes
And
guffawed when others might have turned away
The
movie star mother
Rode
in limos with the stars
And
forced others to watch Godzilla
So
as not to have a deprived childhood
Was
that mother the same Junie-Babe
The
‘tap-me’ in congratulations
The
name sake of could it be, yes it was
A
goose
The
constant mother she was there
She
graduated from Primary in 1966
And
then from MIA in 1972
Hmmmm,
so did I
The
constant mother
The
soft lap, the tender touch to sooth
After
a long church day, a long school day, or work
Unfailing
support when others were not
The
constant mother –pillar of spirit
Bore
testimony, supported a great man
Served
as matron and advisor
Was
sealed to me for eternity
Can
mothers be girlfriends too
Oh
surely she was and is
She
wrote faithfully
With
love never failing
The
grandmother mother
Perhaps
the finest of all
For
she loves my own children without pause
And
sees them as princely, and princessly, as do I
The
crazy mother
Crazy
socks, crazy cards, crazy kids
Crazy
times, crazy hairdos, crazy fun
Oh,
the mother wasn’t crazy it was I
Lastly
there is the mother I love
My
mother, Helen June Jackson Wilson
All
of these mothers - everyone of which I have
Everyone
of which I love
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