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.