George Wootton

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Mother

Mother, such a beautiful word just the sound brings a smile to my heart.
Just the thought of the word takes me back through the years by the memories that shall never depart.
Memories of an often rebellious child unknowing of her grief and pain,
unwilling to help ease her burdens and fears, harboring only thoughts of self gain.

How many times I must have broken her heart by the things I have said and done
and only God knows how my mother's love could survive for such an uncaring son.
I recall with sorrow what I put her through by my thoughtless and careless deeds
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Springtime In Oklahoma

Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm,
back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm.
Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands,
sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand.

Henbit showing off its’ blooms, crabgrass getting high,
darn! , it’s time to mow again, dust and pollen make me cry!
Dark clouds racing ‘cross the sky blocking out the sun,
waiting for the “twister” that puts us on the run.