Cona Adams Poet Quatrain

Mother

Generous to a fault,
stubborn as a mule;
a bit older than dirt
but as a general rule-

we treasure your smile,
love your sense of humor;
we applaud your *****
and we've spread the rumor-

that in your younger days
you ate fatback and greens
and could wield a switch 
that made us shoot our beans.

In spite of all the memories
and recurring nightmare scenes,
we're proud to call you Mom
and glad we've got your genes.

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James Marshall Goff February 6, 2015 at 1:41 PM very cool Cona! my Ma is 85....bit fragile....but salty! we like to say she's got diplomatic immunity! Cona Adams February 6, 2015 at 2:28 PM Great. So wonderful to be able to enjoy our mothers well into our own later years. I was 74 when Mom died. Thanks for the visit, James.

Jan Allison February 6, 2015 at 10:00 AM oops bird brain forgot to rate it

Jan Allison February 6, 2015 at 10:00 AM what a wonderful humourous tribute - a 7 from me:-) Hugs jan xxx Jan Allison February 6, 2015 at 12:25 PM I am fortunate I still have mine she is 92:-) Hugs Jan xx Cona Adams February 6, 2015 at 12:20 PM Thank you, Jan. I've written many poems and stories about my mother. She was, is, and always will be, my idol. She lived to 93, so I was fortunately able to enjoy her company a long time.