Friday, May 18, 2018

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



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Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov,  All Rights Reserved

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7 Comments:

At Friday, May 18, 2018 9:55:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is exactly how mothers' days go, Jim. I remember when keeping my four fed consumed a great deal of my time. Smiles.

 
At Saturday, May 19, 2018 5:14:00 AM, Blogger gillena cox said...

Nice poem Jim. Happy you dropped by to read mine. We chose the same painting😊

Much♥️love

 
At Saturday, May 19, 2018 8:26:00 AM, Blogger annell said...

She does look tired, but not rest for the weary, with children to feed.

 
At Saturday, May 19, 2018 10:05:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

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...

 
At Saturday, May 19, 2018 8:02:00 PM, Blogger kaykuala said...

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

 
At Sunday, May 20, 2018 6:04:00 AM, Blogger Fireblossom said...

Mothers are always a good subject.

 
At Friday, June 08, 2018 10:05:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

Life used to be so hard - but even with the ease of today, mother's hearts are still the same.

 

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