It’s not the word “Mother”
that means anything to me,
it’s the emotion and love inside the word,
hidden, for all to see, it’s the
Mold I measure myself by, the
Optimism I learned, the
Tower of strength I lean on, the
Hearth and home that nurtured, the
Encouragement to fly, and the
Rock that has held our family together through the years.
It’s the woman I call Mother
and her gentle, loving eyes,
that “squinty” look, the love and pride
that sees right through the lies.
Her poise, her laughter,
her intimidation, and her grace,
her smile of encouragement and
the patience on her face.
She’s all the thing I hope to be,
a vibrant, bright bouquet,
as breath taking and beautiful,
as the first daffodil in May.
© 5/10/14 TDR
Categories:
tdr, inspiration, mother, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
I'm just a little turn of phrase,
to help them smile and amaze,
not appear boring or dull.
I'm your voice, how you sing,
how you make them all take wing,
suck them in, then create a lull.
Feel my rhythm, feel me sway,
long, meandering thoughts to get you lost and find your way,
or short and succinct to get you down the street.
A little syntax now and then,
wielded by the poets pen,
to the ear is pleasant and sweet.
TDR 4-22-2015
Categories:
tdr, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme
It's the comfy, over-sized sweater
that will never judge
the soft and cozy blanket
that will never count the fudge
The piping cup of cocoa
warm tendrils embracing your nose
the book of pure enjoyment
you just can't seem to close
it's strawberries and cream
a rich chocolate shake
a rootbeer float with whipped cream
the icing on the cake
A friend is like a circle
where no darkness can seep in
for in the radius of their smile
love's light is bright within.
TDR 3-28-15
Categories:
tdr, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Winter's winking wearily in the sun
gracefully giving ground
knowing Spring will never run
Muted, molted, monochromatic colors turn
vibrant, vivacious, victoriously
welcoming the return
Soft, subtle scents in the air
lilacs lovingly linger
in the tresses of my hair
Pink petals purling to the ground
blossoms blindly blowing
whirling all around
Daisies dancing daintily in the breeze
flowers frolicking freely
after thawing from the freeze
Daylight dilly dallies, delaying days end
encircling, enticing, enchanting
like the embrace of a friend.
*end* TDR 4-14-15
Categories:
tdr, friend, seasons, spring,
Form: Alliteration
I’m always there, the mask of bravery
steeling your spine,
fixing a smile on your face
Then suddenly I turn and
I’m the Protector,
claws slashing
teeth snarling
Then the Comforter,
soft and soothing
Then the Sentinel
stoically keeping guard
with the Brave mask not far,
...not far
lingering below the surface
Sometimes you feel
you’ve worn this mask of Bravery
so long it won’t come off,
and you wonder,
Where is the Dreamer?
The Poet?
The Child?
The wild impulsive Spirit?
They’re here...
Just waiting for you.
Be Brave
....change the Mask.
TDR
3-3-2010
Categories:
tdr, introspection
Form: Free verse