Reason A. Poteet Poet Monorhyme

Mentor Mom

Mom was never one her duty to shirk;
giving her heart, mind and soul to her work.
If called for, she'd give our tails a swift jerk;
she’d tweak our arms when we drove her berserk.


written April 15, 2017
for Broken Wings' Form M (monorhyme, mother)

Author's Notes:  A warrant officer is responsible for training
underlings and carrying out certain missions within the army.

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Eve Roper April 22, 2017 at 7:01 PM Reason, congratulations on your win. ~*

Constance La France April 20, 2017 at 2:26 PM CONGRATULATIONS on your win in my contest with this wonderful Monorhyme. Reason A. Poteet April 21, 2017 at 8:13 PM Thanks, Broken Wings, I welcome the opportunity to write to a prompt and appreciate the placement in your contest.

Roy Pett April 20, 2017 at 2:25 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win, great monorhyme. :)) Reason A. Poteet April 20, 2017 at 7:22 AM Thanks, Roy

Alexis Y. April 19, 2017 at 8:12 AM I enjoyed the humor and sentiment in this write. It brought back a flood of memories. Congratulations on your win. It was well deserved: -) Alexis Reason A. Poteet April 19, 2017 at 11:53 PM thank you, Alexis, for your sweet comment and read. I welcome your remarks and smile.