Jon A Cavanaugh Poet Rhyme

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.

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Ralph Sergi April 9, 2017 at 1:17 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!

Andrea Dietrich October 14, 2013 at 10:52 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. Jon A Cavanaugh October 15, 2013 at 10:55 PM Hello Dear Andrea. I always appreciate your wonderful comments. I sent "The Shepherd's Flock" to you via soup mail.

Lucilla Carrillo January 17, 2013 at 8:27 PM Great poem. Mother's sometimes go through a lot. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla Jon A Cavanaugh January 18, 2013 at 4:01 AM Thank you Lucilla

Eileen Manassian December 8, 2012 at 7:11 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! Jon A Cavanaugh December 29, 2012 at 10:25 PM Thank you Eileen.

Kathryn Collins December 7, 2012 at 8:06 AM The fear that inside a mother dwells. Jon A Cavanaugh December 8, 2012 at 7:57 PM Another reason to be grateful to mother's on mother's day. The stress they must go through.

Lucilla Carrillo December 6, 2012 at 9:21 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 Jon A Cavanaugh December 6, 2012 at 10:20 PM Thank you Lucilla

Ilene Bauer December 2, 2012 at 6:42 PM i'm not familiar with the poem this is based on, but i love it nonetheless! the ending is great! Jon A Cavanaugh December 2, 2012 at 7:20 PM Thank you ilene. It brings me great pleasure when you read and enjoy my poems.

Terry O'Leary December 2, 2012 at 1:23 PM Life's burdens!.Funny parody, though I'm not sure what of... Terry Jon A Cavanaugh December 2, 2012 at 1:39 PM Thank you for the heads up Terry. This is a parody of the poem "On Another's Sorrow" by William Blake