Mother dear
With you around we had nothing to fear
You could easily dry every tear
With just an encouraging word, and a little fuss,
We still wonder how you managed all of us
Six noisy, hungry, thirsty children
Vying unendingly for your attention
Of course it was not always hunky dory
The solution for you was a simple story
We listened to parables, fables and other tales
That were meant to teach us to smoothly sail
Through life’s trying situations
The old adage -Spare the rod and spoil the child
Was impossible to follow for someone so mild
We were merely told a story & admonished to be good
If not, we risked missing your charming smile and good mood
We lack your simple wisdom
When dealing with our own children
Without your unending repertoire of stories
That told of great persons and their past glories
We cannot discipline them with your degree of finesse
It is something about which we can only reminisce.
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-105/
