Mother's

A wonderful beauty that is home,

A wonderful woman we all need,

And that’s just the beginning.

And it doesn’t end till the day I’m done,

Because my mother is certainly with me till then,

If not longer.

"Like mother, like daughter" is a phrase that is sometimes used,

Mostly for good,

To tell the truth that a daughter

Learned a lot from her mother.

And "mother’s boy" is a phrase sometimes used,

Mostly for bad,

To describe a son that refuses to learn his life lessons

And hang on to home for a little too long.

But perhaps the latter phrase needs to be reassessed,

Or maybe a new phrase discovered,

To describe the man who has become better

Because of all his mother has taught him.

That’s one of the things I think about

On Mother’s Day,

How maybe even half of the influences that make me and have made me

Recall back to my mother.

All that love,

All that beauty,

I understand,

I know—

I learn this great lesson

That for sons and daughters alike

We can seek out these great blessings

Of love and beauty

And know they make home.

While Mother was Away

Asleep in a cupboard
The boy clutched the front of his shirt in pain.
Trying his hardest to dream
He held on tight to the buttons that remained.
In his dreams
If he could have dreamed about anything
He would have dreamed
About screaming out-loud towards infinity.

Outside the cupboard
Another boy waited for him to finish dreaming.
He wanted an answer
About whether if what happened earlier had any meaning.
It had been an accident
Even if they had all meant for it to happen.
Now he would like to have dreamed
About screaming out-loud towards penitence.

On the other side of the room
A small girl stood and watched these things.
She wore blue dresses
And on one hand always wore two rings.
It would have been an accident
If they had not said that they were going to do it.
But now in her hands
She held onto and cried for a dying red-tailed lark.