Mothers & Mother

Mothers © 2000 Dennis L. Pickering Mothers are a shining star On the bitter pill of life. Always know just what to say When queried by progeny. She works and works upon lives Attempting to make them true. What's right to her may be though Different than lineage wants. Mothers change to grandmothers When things get to be just right For partaking descendants To bless us with a new life. Then she's more on which to work As though she hadn't enough. But delectation's her goal For her old and new kinfolk. Mom, I thought I would compose For you a little poesy. I thought it might be something More chiefly from me to you. Than some acquired present God knows if you'd want or need? Who needs a bunch of clutter Occupying the pathways? I am sure Dad will agree Though Moms beg to conflict with An ideology of Sparseness in the domicile. Mothers Day 2001 © 2001 Dennis L. Pickering Happy Mothers Day Mom I hope your day is bright Year Two-Thousand-One is A year of/for renewal To rebuild all of you Is not such a hard task Your body does healing Itself if you desire I’m told all that’s needed Is want what was before I know not if that works It is a good thought though Are we to comprehend All lifes unburdened quest Or just seek all we can Upon this spinning globe That is the solution To questions that we have Within our spinning minds, Which spin just like this earth she's = she has delectation's = delectation is2000 2001, Written August 29th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 06:09 PM PST, Dennis Pickering   0 • 10