Andrew Fairchild Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 53 'Me Mother Tucked Me In, When I Was Small'

Me Mother tucked me in, when I was small,
And made the nighttime monsters run away,
And kissed my cheek, still, when I’d grown up tall,
And broke me down when I had gone astray.
She gave her love through music, art and books
And loved Truth, only, more than us, I think!
She taught us to be humble, by her looks
Of disapproval, when we left a chink
Of falsehood in the walls of Truth we built.
My memory counts but three lies that I told,
And these, I still stain with a smear of guilt.
But she forgave me, once she had grown old.
I made my way, because my mother had,
Because I went forth in Truth’s Armor clad.

9/16/2019

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P.S. Awtry September 25, 2019 at 11:00 PM You've sprinkled fairy dust all round an earthen scene and cast it in the magic glow it deserves. Andrew Fairchild October 20, 2019 at 9:35 AM Thank you! I want to go read some of yours. I've been off the Soup writing a book