Posts Tagged ‘mom’

Mothers Day, 2017, Tribute: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Prose

May 14, 2017

I texted this to a friend early this morning. As I wrote this, deep in my thoughts were the way my own birth Mother raised me until 10, and how she has been my roommate for the last 6 years; my Mom, who took over raising me through the tough tween and teen years, and who was such a great friend and companion to my father for more than 55 years (and still counting! ); and the mother of my children, who was my friend and companion for decades, and who has continued to love, support and sustain our children.
I think it applies to almost every mother I know, and so, even though I’m not mentioning you by name, I hope you will feel honored this Mother’s Day. And thank you!

Motherhood may start at the birth of children. Some may think it ends when those children leave the nest, but true compassionate mothers continue to provide spiritual, physical, emotional, and mental support and stability and stay connected to their children throughout their life.
You are doing that with your children, and so, on this Mother’s Day, I honor you and respect you and uplift you and wish you a happy and joyful Mother’s Day.

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Watch Where You Walk! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 3, 2017

Don't Tread On Me urban art, Springville picnic table, Feb. 2017When your mom has foot/
surgery, she wants the old/
“Don’t tread on me!” flag.

Crack Pine Nuts With Mom: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 20, 2016

Cracking Utah pine nuts in old ageI’m cracking pine nuts/
with my mom. She complains of /
old age. I don’t mind.

Slide It To The Left, Yeah: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 23, 2015

In honor of my/
child and her mom, I let the/
Harlem Shuffle play.
OR
In honor of my/
daughter, I didn’t turn off/
the Harlem Shuffle.

Mother’s Day Gift Fail: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 10, 2015

What a Mother’s Day/
gift! I made my mom worry/
about me … again.

Another Slam Poem – Seattle Daughter’s Voice: Revolutionary Email Free Verse

January 20, 2015

My Dad,
who left us
after I left,
has grown fat
and confident.
He seems to not give
a shit.

My Mom,
who stayed
after I left,
and who was still there
when I returned,
has grown fat
in her self-loathing.

And I,
somewhere between,
hide in my room,
wishing I could scream
“GO, PACK, GO!”

Matchless Mate: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

November 2, 2014

I came home with just/
one sock. I hope her mom or/
kids don’t find the mate.

My Birthday Thanks: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 22, 2014

On my birthday, it’s/
only appropriate to/
thank her for life’s gift.
Or

… love’s gift.

Weeping Remembering Mothers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 5, 2014

He spoke of mother/
and cried. We all wept as we/
recalled our mothers.
OR
As he spoke of his/
mother and wept, we cried, too./
We recalled our moms.

Nailed Like A Crucifix: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 9, 2014

Mom nailed on crucifixGoofing around, I/
wondered if she thought how much/
she, Mom, sacrificed.