Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Rhyming Gene

While cleaning a closet, I came across
An envelope which held
Report cards from first grade on up,
The proof that I’d excelled.

Yet stuck between the cards I found
A little penciled note
In writing that I recognized
And this is what she wrote:

“Your closet needs cleaning, I’m sure you can tell
So talk on the phone less time to your Ell.*
Throw out the old things, cards, letters, shoes, too.
I’m sure there are some things you’ll keep – a few.
The rest of your room is as neat as a pin.
Clean out your closet – then the world can look in.”

This message from my mom, a poem
Reminded me today
That rhyming surely came to me
Within my DNA.

*Elliot, my high school boyfriend

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Maurice Rigoler October 11, 2019 at 12:58 PM Wherever it comes from, Ilene, you certainly have that ability. / M

Pat Adams October 8, 2019 at 8:19 PM My mom told me about two poems kids put in her yearbook. When I'm dead and almost rotten grab a spoon and come a trottin', and Don't worry if your grades are low and your rewards are few, just remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you. I thought that was cool and started doing it myself!..Thanks for the chuckle........80)

Robert Johnson October 8, 2019 at 6:57 PM Wow, did your mom write a lot of poems? And did you clean your closet back then? :)

Ts Poetry October 8, 2019 at 6:42 PM Very sweet

Dean Wood October 8, 2019 at 6:16 PM How funny! I think is neat that she took the time to write a verse. Thanks for sharing.

Rico Leffanta October 8, 2019 at 6:06 PM Sounds as if you might find some more treasures from your mother ..... Good luck! Aloha! Rico

Jan Allison October 8, 2019 at 4:00 PM Oh how marvellous to find that note, rhyming is definitely in your genes as it is in mine as i knew my aunt and uncle wrote witty poetry but never knew my mum and maternal grandma wrote until after my dad died when I was finally able to tell mum about my hubbies cancer and that I had started writing.... and I still have untidy cupboards as I am loathe to get rid of things:-) hugs Jan xx