Three Mother’s Day sonnets


Sonnet for Mother
loving thoughts of my mother surfaced this week
a pen and paper helped me get them off my chest
write them down, read them, a need to plainly speak
about my beloved mother us children feel truly blessed
from baby bottles to breakfast, lunch and dinner plate
her home cooked food I’ve overeaten it must be confessed
beef stew, scalloped potatoes, cottage pudding, all just great
us five washed for church, shoes shined, pants, shirts pressed
guardian angels, a poem, a prayer for our family with love
teeth brushed, into pajamas, into bed for a night of rest
she tucked us all in with care looking down from above
all her virtues and daily sacrifices are hard to be assessed
those qualities not observed you could easily have guessed
in understanding that my mother and yours did her very best
Mothers Need More Than One Poem
Mothers, every child in the wide world had em
matrimonial bonds gave us Dad who made em
Mothers gave us all our brothers and sisters
worked hands to the bone, callouses and blisters
Mothers, they all had mothers and fathers as well
many now gone to heaven or resting for a spell
Mothers, some of us have had more than one
in some cases divorce, remarriage, or on the run
Mothers, one biological one from our first breath
who clothed, fed, and reared us, loved us till death
Mothers got us off on time to church and school
were our first teachers of basics and the Golden Rule
Mothers, our wives, partners or us are now one
living proof to children that life can be hard and fun
Mothers Need Another Poem Too
Mothers, where would we be without one of them
lessons from Mother Mary’s babe born in Bethlehem
Mothers, unpaid years cooking and mopping the floors
hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, nonstop household chores
Mothers, deal with kids fights, dads coming home drunk
changing many poopy baby diapers that truly stunk
Mothers sewing some of our older brothers clothes to fit us
soothing our crying when siblings or childhood friends hit us
Mothers thinking of kids seldom buy clothes for themselves,
telling us our homemade clothes were made by Santa’s elves
Mothers finding ingredients for a chocolate birthday cake
taking us all for a dip in the ocean, a pond or nearby lake
Mothers, some gone now straight to heaven up above
gone but never forgotten they have our everlasting love

Joey Pepe Batbon Connolly (Special to the Saipan Tribune)

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