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.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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