Honor Your Mothers

Ode to a Mother on Mother’s Day

This morning, my wife, their mother,
scratched backs, kissed kids awake
who stretched and groaned and went to church
with hair brushed smooth by mother
cheeks wiped clean by mother.

Mother’s Day brunches don’t last
so little hands held you in prayer,
half me, half you, the sum adds up
to eyes burning bright for mother
hearts in love with mother.

You can read other odes to mothers by clicking on this tag from TheGoodBlogs: best_mom

Note to regular readers. This post is typical. I’m late as usual.

Yesterday morning I woke up in Chicago for the last day of SOBcon07. It was totally awesome, but I’ll post more on that soon. For now, TheGoodBlogs inspired me to post that mom’s day poem.