Thinking

A Comparision Between Mothers

A field of false light surrounds me,

Brightly colored boxes fill the aisle,

Loud silver carriers struggling past to meet demands,

My mother appears again with ground beef and a smile.

 

She is happy the chore is almost done,

I drink up her beautiful presence,

Taken for granted her wonderful counsel.

Mission accomplished - in line we wait.

 

Two children run around a corner,

The young boy's yellow shirt smudged with mud,

His sister's messy hair brushes her cheek,

Mischief is within their dark faces.

 

To a loud woman they run,

Hope fills their big eyes,

Their request took the air,

A muddled mother roars.

 

"But I only thought-"

"That's what you get for thinking!"

The child's filthy body,

The child's injured mind.

 

The air bites at my goose bumps,

I gaze at my unknowing mother,

I drink up her beautiful presence,

Treasuring her wonderful counsel.

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[Chadius Maximus]

"But I only thought-"

"That's what you get for thinking!"

The child's filthy body,

The child's injured mind.

Genious.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

She is happy the chore is almost done,

I drink up her beautiful presence,

Taken for granted her wonderful counsel.

Mission accomplished - in line we wait


Thats so poetic Great job, Yossi

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Nice poem i loved it :)