Mother’s Day Poem
May 13, 2012 § 10 Comments
May your Mother’s day be joyous
May your garden grow rich and green
May you not spy a single squirrel
Or even think of one
Reaching down from the low branch of a tree
To run its fingers through your hair
Or kissing you on the neck with its soft black lips
Or pressing its buttocks
Against your windowpane
When you are trying to watch “House”
Or forming a slow-moving lump under the covers
As it slowly moves up higher and higher
On its way to hide an acorn in your ear.
I love you.