Mothers - a Poem for Friday.
Weary this day sigh in relief
Sticks for the stove porridge to heat
Wood chopper not no axe for she
Mothers expend their energies
Always they have children to feed
Her fire is warm children are fed
Stories to read mother well read
Their teeth are brushed now off to bed
Children at peace their prayers said
Mothers world wide their prayers inbred
Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
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posted by Jim @ 5/18/2018 06:10:00 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
That is exactly how mothers' days go, Jim. I remember when keeping my four fed consumed a great deal of my time. Smiles.
Nice poem Jim. Happy you dropped by to read mine. We chose the same painting😊
Much♥️love
She does look tired, but not rest for the weary, with children to feed.
I think it's an ordeal to work with the wood in addition to everything else... so much has changed, when wood is for comfort and luxury...
Their teeth are brushed now off to bed
Children at peace their prayers said
Mothers world wide their prayers inbred
Lucky is the child accorded with such special attentions. Pity though not many have these privileges! Excellent focus to child matters, Dr Jim!
Hank
Mothers are always a good subject.
Life used to be so hard - but even with the ease of today, mother's hearts are still the same.
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