To My Mother In Lieu Of Emeralds Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

For Mary Adalyn Young Douglas, of blessed memory

Twirling and whirling
Out of a summer saffron sky
Dorothy's hurricane
Passes me by
That close to the Emerald City
In my prairie reverie
My mother comes to me
Dressed in a gown like Glinda's
And with a real magic wand
And makes me dream again
All the once upons
And I wake up and say
Oh Mama
Can we have cornbread today
In memory of the stories you wrote
About cornbread corners
And we will laugh gaily and spoon on loads
Of strawberries and what not on the corn bread
And revel in literary bon mots
That we make up like leopards with spots
Just for entertainment's and making it rhyme's sake
And to say we both came originally
My dears
From the exact same Tea Party.
Dressed in pink linen.
mary angela douglas 12 may 2024