May 12, 2014

Raising Agent

                                             Mother's Day may have passed in Britain but I still
                                                                                                                      wanted to acknowledge the special day in 
                                                                                                                                             some form nonetheless.
                                                    
Where gravity denies the lift
amongst the clouded zone shall sift
A mother built on earthly highs
all candy floss and battle cries

A heroine whose incantation  
binds with every inhalation
Protector in their guarded den
a cook, a nurse, comedienne

Nurture high up in her nature
no grand reward for her labour
Just a little slice of sleep
to then recharge, forever keep

Their childhood in a jar of hearts
to never empty or depart
To grow and beat and redesign
allowed across that boundary line

That dreadful haul, that clouded zone
that sees her main role overthrown
Till then she'll go yet unaware
of rising inches in the air

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16 comments:

anne marie in philly said...

hope your kids were good to you. my nyla cat woke me at 6:30 with a loud MEOW and a lick on the nose!

Helen said...

Helen follows Helena ... I'm in good company!! Happy Mom's Day.

rel said...

A mother's life mst be it's own reward.
Happy mothers Day Lena.

Geo. said...

There is such strength and resolve in your poem. My admiration.

Berowne said...

A quite beautiful response to the prompt...

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Such a beautiful poem. An ode to the mothers of the world...

brenda w said...

"..all candy floss and battle cries..." Motherhood. Love this one!

ccchampagne said...

What wonderful rhythm. So exquisitely well-penned I am without words!

Helen said...

(and then David squeezed in between)

Belva Rae Staples said...

You sound like a great mom. Nice take on the prompt.

Björn Rudberg said...

Wonderful description of the life of a mother.. the perfect meter and rhymes make the reading a joy,.. Hope you read it aloud :-) Thank you for the comment you left at my blog.. I have no personal experience and I'm glad it was close to reality...

Sumana Roy said...

i so love the candy floss line...a
mother best described...a beautiful
tribute to all mothers..

Camila Rafaela Felippi said...

Amazing description! I enjoy your blog a lot and I'm following you now!

See u soon!

Tess Kincaid said...

Childhood in a jar of hearts...I love that...

Helena said...

Anne - gimme cats over kids any day.....LoL

Helen - Hope yours was good, too! I've amazingly still got choccies left over!

Rel - True - I've many invisible medals!

Geo - thank you so much - Resolve really is a motherly thing!

Berowne - thank you, kind Sir. - I promise to try the next quiz on Sunday - worth a guess, I suppose.

Keith - each and every one.

Brenda - it can change in just a whisp of the wind, motherhood can.

CC - I do my best to keep the rhythm going but it ain't easy st times.

Belva - my youngest is now 20. I must be mad but I do miss their younger years - not the teenage stuff, bugger that! - but the homework and projects.


Bjorne - yeah - I'm a kind of Newton's Cradle poet...lol

Sumana - that is very sweet of you to say! Thanks for visiting my blog!

Camila - happy to have you on board...!

Tess - I surprise myself at times...lol

Sue said...

I"m feelin' ya on this one!

Well done.

=)