My mother's mother's mother was barely known to me;
an infant at her parting, her life was history.
The mom who was my grandma, had red hair like a flame;
although a lifetime Girl Scout, was well-known as a dame.
Dear Mom, first known as Mommy, was always sweet and mild;
I was her favorite kid, of course, her sixth and final child.
I had a first wife once, who bore my oldest son;
she is still his mother, though nuptials are done.
My wife of thirty-six years, had two kids of her own;
All three children love her so; to her they're flesh and bone.
I send this up for Mother's Day; she's cherished by us all,
but she's not here to proof-read, so I hope I make it rhyme.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a 12 line poem for Mother's Day ~ 5-8-2022
no haiku suites, limerick suites, or 575 suites/ any other style ok
no vulgar words, sex, or profanity
Keep it Positive |
Author Notes
Image from Google
Yes, I meant to do that. : )
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