She's always there when needed.
She's at their beck and call;
But if she should need a hand,
No one's free at all.
When someone's down she's always there.
She's just a call away.
A cheery smile, some sympathy,
To brighten up their day;
But if she's feeling down today,
They'll leave her quite alone,
To get over what it is,
All by herself, alone.
Are you feeling sick today?
Just let her know about it.
She'll be there with soup and hugs.
You don't have to doubt it.
Mama's always been there.
That's just the way she is.
Sometimes she can help a lot,
But when she can't she gives.
She gives her love, she gives advice,
She tends and cleans and nurses.
But let her make just one mistake,
She gets remands and curses.
Mama's such a Know-It-All.
She's pushy and she's nosey.
So she turns and goes away,
And pretends everything is rosey.
Categories:
remands, family, mother,
Form: Rhyme
You home for a holiday,
belly gorged on favorites,
soft couch cradling like a mother's arms. . .
since you grew up,
shed child skin,
thin facial hair shading jaw,
even when days were tough,
rough making it alone,
you came home on holidays.
Your laughter blending with the chatter,
clatter of dishes, pots, pans,
sisters catching up,
nieces, nephews climbing up
to sit on lap, lie on shoulder.
All got older;
drill sergeant time barking commands,
remands to custody
faces more precious than treasure.
Measure joy?
not mother love for little boy;
let us go on forever
counting jokes and smiles,
beguiled.
Copyright, Faye Lanham Gibson
June 28, 2017
Categories:
remands, death, memory, son,
Form: Free verse
Tumultuous thoughts
mired in mind
borne in haste and wilt
oft trouble their way
with heavy stray
anxious in silence
risk the words unsaid
unlike other words
in tender song
when rhythm and rhyme
are wed
Whether speak
or not speak
write or wait
to mellow the grate
Heavy is the heart
that weighs every word
then remands
to pen unwinding
in drifts of awaiting sands
Categories:
remands, words,
Form: I do not know?