Don'T Call Me Mother Hen - Again Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Don'T Call Me Mother Hen - Again

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I stood and watched
my daughter's birth.
A tuft of hair
salt of the earth.

To see it through
to its safe end
I prayed to you
asked you to bend
rules of devotion.

My smile was frozen
with high emotion
and I had chosen
you as my keeper
my hand to hold,

as now my beeper
so shrill and bold
called me away
to other chores
liquid dismay
oozed through my pores.

I held you then
today we're shy
called Mother Hen
and time goes by.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Herbert Nehrlich1 07 October 2005

I have been called Mother Hen by various relatives because I needed to screen all apllicants of the male gender if they wanted to look in her general direction. H

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 07 October 2005

Reminds me when both of my chidren were born....nice Herbert!

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