Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Ode to My Mom

How you use your throat to create a listening noise
says much about how you love.
My mother handles all my crises with poise, 
asks only that I find my path, gives me a helpful shove. 
Were I to ever be a mother 
I could do no better than to be like her. 
She looks out for me when I don't look after myself. 
She reminds me I must come first, no other. 
In one conversation she gives me the mental spur 
to place my worries on a shelf.
Muskrat Jamboree Mom

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