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A Mother's Sorrow

I can't see past rain and sleet All's obscured beyond two feet I can't see a road or trail Through this harsh and blinding hail I can't see obstructions near In time to safely steer us clear Can this heater keep us warm Through this nasty winter storm I can hardly sit and steer Kids and great dane interfere This is driving me crazy! This is driving me crazy! I can't see to safely drive Dear, I hope we all survive Dear, the car is acting odd Dear, I hope it's not a rod The road is packed with ice and snow That is why I'm driving slow I must stay alert and drive So that we can stay alive I've become a mom of woe Weaving helpless through this snow O! no, I can hardly see! Weather, weather blinding me! I think that I shall sigh a sigh A gas station just passed us by I will quickly turn right here I see no policeman near O! how timely gas tank dry Now we've got a fresh supply My energy has fled and gone We're nearly home so let's press on.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/9/2017 1:17:00 PM
Hi John: If this snow storm isa metaphor for a mothers woes at times then you hit the nail on the head. Great Write!
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Date: 10/14/2013 10:52:00 PM
this describes so well the way I felt sometimes in storms such as that one. Rain storms with pelting rain so heavy that I could not see a thing also made me so scared. Good one, Jon. By the way, where is The Shepherd's Flock located. I am still on your page two and need to know which page to look on.
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 10/15/2013 10:55:00 PM
Hello Dear Andrea. I always appreciate your wonderful comments. I sent "The Shepherd's Flock" to you via soup mail.
Date: 1/17/2013 8:27:00 PM
Great poem. Mother's sometimes go through a lot. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 1/18/2013 4:01:00 AM
Thank you Lucilla
Date: 12/8/2012 7:11:00 PM
Oh my! How well you have described the fear and worry and aggravation of this ride! I don't read the piece by Blake, but this is awesome!
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 12/29/2012 10:25:00 PM
Thank you Eileen.
Date: 12/7/2012 8:06:00 AM
The fear that inside a mother dwells.
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 12/8/2012 7:57:00 PM
Another reason to be grateful to mother's on mother's day. The stress they must go through.
Date: 12/6/2012 9:21:00 PM
Jon; This is a good poem. I can relate to this. I have been in all kind of storms. It is no fun, it it feels good to get home in one piece. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 12/6/2012 10:20:00 PM
Thank you Lucilla
Date: 12/2/2012 6:42:00 PM
i'm not familiar with the poem this is based on, but i love it nonetheless! the ending is great!
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 12/2/2012 7:20:00 PM
Thank you ilene. It brings me great pleasure when you read and enjoy my poems.
Date: 12/2/2012 1:23:00 PM
Life's burdens!.Funny parody, though I'm not sure what of... Terry
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Jon A Cavanaugh
Date: 12/2/2012 1:39:00 PM
Thank you for the heads up Terry. This is a parody of the poem "On Another's Sorrow" by William Blake

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