Mother's Day Poem by Jayl Morris

Mother's Day



There are men who help mothers become mothers.
There are mothers who help men become men.
My mother was such a mother, just a Mom who would wink at me.
A scheming smile and a wink to start the day.
Hours upon hours standing at the kitchen sink window,
Watching the hummingbirds who repay her kindness.
Worrying through the darkest nights of her life,
lord; so her many children were aright.
Time came too soon, for her to be a child again.
Unnatural to be dressed by a son, embarrassing and humbling.
She sits bowed by time upon the edge of her bed,
Not beaten, but surely worn and sore for her ceaseless works.
Forging little girls into strong, gracious women and,
Little troublesome boys into trustworthy, thinking men.
That might appreciate in a strong, gracious woman,
Those attributes of which Mother was so endowed.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My Mother had thirteen children- four girls, the rest boys. And, even though she passed away in May of 2009, I'm certain that she is somewhere doing something, or, getting something ready for one of her children. That's what mother's do, right?
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Savage 16 September 2016

Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified emotions, and passion.

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Howard Savage 30 December 2015

Very touching and loving poem. I agree, it take a good women to raise boys to be men.

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Jay L. Morris 31 December 2015

Thank you. Jay Morris

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