Mom

 

 

Mom

my assembler

Promethean giver

sustainer of life.

 

Mom

my guide

showing me the paths

patiently awaiting a choice.

 

Mom

my teacher

instruction in common sense

ready to give a grade.

 

Mom

my advisor

insights into existence

nudging for experience.

 

Mom

my protector

warning about impending storms

of boredom and apathy.

 

Mom

my oh my

thanks mom

for just being there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written July 31, 1988. Open Topic