A Late Mother's Day

May 13: Three Gifts Found in Your Mom

1. When she reminds me not to get upset over something Dad says

2. When she talks with others about my ranch eating habits and includes me in 

    the conversation as I walk by

3. When she tells me I don’t have a fever with such certainty that I believe her

This really should’ve been the prompt for Mother’s Day, oh well. Just because I feel like doing something different I’ll write this post in poetic format (that doesn’t mean it’ll rhyme, or sound good; it, most likely, will not, but it’s fun to write all the same!)

Of Mom

When Dad talks worry

And concern for my safety

As if I’m a little girl

Young and too hasty

She reminds me to breathe

To not get so angry.

And when I’m as stubborn

As an old mule

Mom speaks to my logic

And helps me break through.

When visitors are over

And she tells of my oddities,

Such as eating ranch on everything,

And she includes me in,

So I’m not a ghost

Walking by on the wind.

And when the fears come

Of sickness and fever

She feels my forehead

And declares that I’m fine

So strong, I believe her.

When fancies take flight

Leaving heart racing,

Fear filled thoughts,

My Mom is the logic;

The head to my heart.

Image Credit: Erica's Edge