She gave me life
She taught me a lot
I called her “Mom”
Syllable Lune
Happy Mother’s Day everyone’!
Personal Reflections
Tag: mom
Summertime Saturdays
Sound of a lawnmower
The smell of freshly cut grass
Childhood memories
Of summertime mornings
And Saturday chores
Mom cleaning the whole house
Dad working in the yard
Me trying in vain to sleep in
Cus my sheets gotta be washed
Choka
Thursday is usually the day the landscapers cut the grass here in the complex where I live. Since today was a warm sunny day ( in the 70’s) I was outside tending to my plants and experienced that smell of freshly cut grass, which I love, and it also brought back some childhood memories of summertime Saturdays. 😊
Scent-A-Mental Memories
My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Syllabic Verse
Scent-A-Mental Memories
My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”
Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Syllabic Verse
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt
Mom Thoughts
How fast the toilet paper goes
And the shampoo too
Food in the fridge
vanishes
Yet laundry and trash pile up
The house is filled with people
Chattering, moving,
Echoing life
To rooms once empty and silent
Peace is now hard to find
Among so many different
Personalities
Cupboards are looking bare
As is my bank balance
But my heart is happy
The kids are home again
Free Verse
(Inspired by my daughter whose four grown children are all living at home with her and my son-in-law again for awhile)
Dancing on Air
Angels in euphoric dance
Swirl in the great expanse
Over the clouds so puffy white
Heavenly beings full of delight
Mom is there joining in with glee
Eighteen years this day, there went she
Left earth aged with all its pain and woe
And flew to heaven with hair white as snow
Now in restored youth, she rejoices there
Dancing joyously with angels upon the air
Con-Verse
( I wrote this poem with my mom in mind as 18 years ago today she left this earth and went to heaven. She was 85 years old and I like to imagine that today she is in restored health and dancing on air with angels, as she always loved to dance when here on earth.)
(This is my first time writing this Form called:
Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, which consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.
Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee
Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11)
(Syllabic verse only counts the number of syllables in a line.)
(This form consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines.
This process may be repeated for a longer verse. If repeated, you must begin your first couplet with the syllabic count of seven again and continue from there.)
#OctPoWriMo Day 10 http://www.octpowrimo.com/2018/10/poetry-prompts-day-10-dancing-on-air.html
Theme: Dancing on Air
Word Prompts:
Euphoric, Dance, In the clouds, Delight, Joy
Lunch
Homemade bread
A fresh tomato sandwich
A link to the past
Senryu
When I was a kid in the 50’s my school lunch, in a brown paper sack, consisted of a tomato sandwich made from mom’s homemade bread and a garden fresh tomato. I still love that combo.
