As We Lay In Bed Poem by Doris Cornago

As We Lay In Bed



Perfect hands are those lined up with age
Every line tells a tale of mornings
Spent making the beds
Putting the laundry
On and making
The meal
Just
Drudgery
But never would
Mom entrusts the
Home to a total stranger
She makes sure all socks are
Darned, buttons intact, kept in drawers
Above it all, she looks in on notebooks, checking
If every child does what's expected as we lay in bed

As We Lay In Bed
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mother and child ,mother daughter,mothers love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Nothing can surpass the bond of a mother and child. She is the person who has been most influential in her child's life that no matter how distant they have grown in later years, the child will always remember his/her mom as the guiding beacon of light in her/his darkest night. Those who have never known a mother's love may disagree but I remember mine with sweetness and gratitude.
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