Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

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

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Jan Allison May 3, 2019 at 6:08 PM I know your mum is amazing Phillip and she will always be there for you through good times and bad. love this sonnet especially the humourous touches, so glad to see you writing again:-) hugs Jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong May 3, 2019 at 2:51 PM I can relate to your appreciation of your mother so well Phillip. My son was always getting into some kind of trouble, once he wrote me a poem and called me his very best friend. It managed to melt my heart. He has grown into a responsible wonderful parent and husband to my great relief. I love how you honor your mother in this piece. Bravo! : ) xxoo