Janet Grace Poet Rhyme

My Mom's Lap

When I was a child
                                    I was often there
                                  Cuddled in Mom's arms
                                    In our rocking chair 

                                The cats would join us
                              As Mom read books to me
                                Purring and jostling for
                                  Position on our knees
                                
                                I felt so warm and safe
                                I knew that I was loved
                                As the cats on the books
                                 Their whiskers shoved 

                            I would gaze up to Mom's face
                               She was so pretty to see
                              And give thanks that she
                           And my Dad had adopted me

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David Bose November 30, 2016 at 7:07 AM Captivating rhythm and rhyme paint a very vivid picture, then in the last stanza you surprise us with a treat: a very special love. Very nice. Thanks, Dave Janet Grace November 30, 2016 at 9:07 AM I was so lucky to be the one chosen by them and I have written many poems about the two people who made me the person I am. Thank you for the kind and complimentary review.

CayCay Godwin November 26, 2016 at 1:38 PM I knew I might cry when I clicked on the title. I feel you, Janet and I'm embracing both you and this poem, not because you are necessarily sad, but because I now am and want a hug! A touching and pretty write anyone who was loved as a child can relate to, and God I pray, all were and will be, well loved ... CayCay

Jan Allison November 26, 2016 at 11:32 AM oh Janet you were so so lucky with your adoptive parents:-) what wonderful memories you recreate in your poem :-) hugs jan xx Janet Grace November 26, 2016 at 12:26 PM Life twists and turns. Mine has traveled steadily along because of the people I have had it.