Mom's Day Sonnet, a Glib Warm-Up
Of three billion contenders God considered
to be my mother some thirty-odd years
in the rear ago, the one He delivered,
all things considered, could’ve been (cue her tears)
much worse. My mom [insert a Hallmark cliché]
and for that reason alone, when compared
to yours, is a far better mother, okay?
I mean, look at this sonnet her son prepared -
it’s dang near a lock to squat on the fridge,
held by a magnetized green letter ‘B’-
‘B’ as in Beneath a Bridge I’d likely live,
for all my corners cut and talents blown,
had I not been Blessed with a mom like my own.
5/2/2019
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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