A Mothers' Day Poem
by Linda Fuller
She has loved me from the moment egg and sperm collided
Ceased her drinking and her smoking, never to rekindle
Played the classics as I lay suspended, embryonic
Tried to eat organically, and drank pure mountain water
Just said no to drugs that would have eased the pain of childbirth
Fed me from her breast and rocked me in my grandma’s rocker
Dressed me in the sweetest little clothes you can imagine
Pushed me in the tire swing that hung from our old oak tree
Read to me from books that had the most delightful pictures
Sent me off to school with pigtails tied up in pink ribbons
Brought me kittens and a puppy from the local shelter
Cooked for me the most delicious meals I’ve ever eaten
Kept the house neat as a pin; no, that would be a falsehood --
Nature’s not the only mother who abhors a vacuum.
Author's Note: This poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. No animals were harmed in the making of this poem.
Posted on 05/06/2011
Copyright © 2020 Linda Fuller
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by E. A. Pugh on 05/06/11 at 08:05 PM|
Very humorous authors note, fabulous poem about a wonderful mother.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/07/11 at 06:05 PM|
The maternal bond aptly illustrated Linda. Very much reminds me of my own 'mom.' Superb addition to the genre of Mother's Day!