Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day

My mother, the youngest daughter

of the Iowa farmer's ten children

pumped a hand car to ride to school.

She fed the chickens, detassled the corn

and played trombone in the community band.

Worked hard all her life.

Drove a fork lift at Douglas aircraft

during the war.

Married my father, the bigamist,

had two daughters

got a teaching credential.

Needed extra money to pay off

the debts of that bigamist,

to pay for the divorce lawyer.

She got a night job

at a drive in theater

as a bookkeeper.

Then married her boss

kept his books

while he drank any profit.

She sent those two

girls to college

and graduate school.

When she retired

she moved to the beach

began china painting.

Adorned each cup and saucer,

each plate and jelly jar

or butter dish with flowers.

Each creation the perfection

of strawberry, gold finch

cardinal or dogwood.

Her art, lives on

bringing joy and happiness

to me as I eat my toast

on this Mother's Day morning

thinking of Mom.

My friend Bridget Magee www.weewordsforweeones.blogspot.com and I both wrote Mother's Day poems to post today. You can read her poem at the link above. Did you write a poem for your own mother? Can you? You can post your poem in the comments section below.

Here's hoping you have a great Mother's Day.