Mom

Mom read to us on vacations

Captive children

Encased in steel and glass

Across the vast bosom of America

Teaching us about life at 70 mph

Mom June 24 2018

She read in unruffled tones

Stories measured with wisdom

Planting a family in the rich loam

of words and deeds and

songs about Jesus

She was our creative force

our moral fiber

our uncommon wisdom

She had no GPS

Although there was a compass with true north

And she drove us where we needed be

Chauffeur

Artist

Teacher

Cook

Cheerleader

Coach

Lighthouse

She came from waving wheat

and hardscrabble farms

Using Army-sized pots

To prepare food and hospitality

For the masses and the lonely

A baker of cinnamon rolls

A nurse to the hurting

A healer of the broken

A Mom for the ages

Happy Birthday Mom!

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