Thursday, 29 April 2010


They seem so close or too far away.

Moms are part of us in many ways.

They permeate our lives with: vision,

Genes, presence, and opinion.


Other times moms seem to hover.

Where were you?  Who is your lover?

Don’t do that! Go get this done!

Doesn’t mom care if I have fun?


So it goes with: flesh and blood,

Bonded enemies, highest love,

The life of flowers, flame of time,

Mothers are of the finest wine.


The thread of ages, bread of life:

Be with me mom, thru all of my strife.

God be with me everyday.   But--

Mom, you formed me too, like clay.


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