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a woodland mama
by Charlie Morganthe clock already crawling toward nine;
and bedding down for the night is the day.
an orchestra of vibrating hearts; day birds,
night birds, varmits from the near woodlands,
carrying their possum nestlings in their fur.
dodging coyotes and car lights all awhirl;
moments replace events; each eye-blink,
confirms life is still precious.
and i wonder if they care to know my name;
if they care at all about me? i do them.
for i drive slowly, with beady-eyed caution.
i will be off to the five and dime tomorrow.
i will find that perfect gift; a special one,
that any mama possum would be proud to own.
06/26/2010 Posted on 06/27/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe David on 06/27/10 at 03:26 AM now where you gonna find a five and dime these days. probably have to go to some little east texas town or maybe goldthwaite. but i bet you'll find one and make mama possum so happy. get a bag of hard candy while you're there and take it to your grandson when your daughter ain't around because you know mama's don't want their babies to grow up to be cowboys or eat candy either. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/27/10 at 01:18 PM The forest little ones are lucky to have someone to think so highly of them or to think of them at all. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/27/10 at 04:06 PM I like your pome, Charlie, especially the 2nd stanza. I'm curious - what is the perfect gift for a mother possum? |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/27/10 at 05:17 PM Very picturequest (sp?) write. Loved the images. Your poems seem to be getter better and better. Thanks for the ride. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/28/10 at 01:20 AM Have seen many an opposum "resting" on the road - nice to know you care. Enjoyed also the "beady-eyed caution", something which they seem to lack. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/19/10 at 03:44 PM I often wonder if those animals dead on the sides of highways are someone's mamas. I hate to think about it. And I love your precious caring for the woodland mamas - even the possum ones. Finally - this phrase is a real goodie: "an orchestra of vibrating hearts" Wish I'da thunk of that. :-) Lovely, Charlie. |
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