mother's day
Mom
The job so coveted
The gift so many wish to have
The special few are granted such
Momma
The job only some can take
The commitment not easy to fulfill
The special few are granted such
Mommy
The person with all the magic
The healer of scrapes and broken hearts
The special few are granted such
Mother
The one I depend on
The one God sent me to
The specially blessed are granted such
bklynrizz commented on mother's day
11-10-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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