Tardigrade
Existing
Toodling
Drinking
Swimming
Breeding
Monstering
Today we're doing "ing" poems (plus I did a free verse one). If you want to know what that is, go here.
DOGGY
Fetching
Sniffing
Barking
Protecting
Herding
Sleeping
Gnawing
Racing
Flying
Catching
Peeing
Burying
Grinning
My Mom
From when I was tiny
You were my mirror And my lantern,
Holding aloft an example
Of what it means to become
A woman of God.
You are the woman on her knees,
Twice the missionary
You are the most patient,
The kindest, the busiest,
The most creative,
Curious about nature,
And about the world around us.
Mom the trouble shield
Though supportive wife
The go-getter-est, most intrepid
Person I know.
More than that,
You were always SERVICE.
You were there when
You wished to be anywhere else,
Making it work for the rest of us.
Because it was what you do.
You build 'HOME'.
You build the future out of
Snips and smidges
And things others left behind.
You believed in a clumsy ballerina
And a squeaky violinist
And a writer of books
You, the ebullient,
Player of Scrabble
With a twinkle in your eye,
Who hopes to win,
But
gladly acclaims others' wins.
The creator of art and life,
The cork who rises to the top,
The water off a duck's back,
The 'This-too-will-pass' person.
You taught in spite of not knowing
The language where you lived.
You the globe-spanning teacher,
Cleanser of hospitals, bedrooms,
Mistakes and hearts,
You bloom where planted.
You, a fearsome warrior
For the righteous.
You who take meals to the sick,
Bake bread for the hungry,
Make dolls for the world,
You, the erstwhile debutante
Give clothing to children
IN Africa, You who work in hospitals
And orphanages,
Who walk though lame,
Who digs up the past,
You who hunt relatives
Like a coursing hawk.
You who care fiercely
For her young,
Who taught us hard work didn't hurt,
My mother who remembers
The little things,
And gives them back
As big things.
You the sentinel of the broken,
Who dragged me around the world
When I was too young to appreciate
All you sacrificed for me
And for our family and
Everyone you know
You, Mom, are my HEROINE.
You are my world.
©2022 by H. Linn Murphy
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