[stylist] Mother's Day Poem feedback

[Barbara Hammel]

I like the allegory? of how a mother's protection is just like how a bird 
takes care of her young.  Since it's about a bird, the sing-song quality is 
nice because it makes you think of the rhythm and cadence of a bird song. 
(Of course, I write--so therefore like--this kind of poetry.)
Barbara




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-----Original Message----- 
From: BradDunsé
Sent: Thursday, December 22, 2011 9:48 AM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Subject: [stylist] Mother's Day Poem feedback


Lori's email forward on poetry, reminded me of a
Mother's Day poem I wrote a while back now, not
that I'll enter it now, perhaps something down
the road if not too cheesy a sing-song poem.  Her
post just made me think  of it and thought to
toss it out for comments. If I don't get back
to  thanking or answering anything  in
your  comments right off, dont' fret, I
eventually will. Pasted below. If you need an
attachment let me know.  Rated G.


Wings of a Mother

Mother Eagle builds a home from a twig tangled nest
Shelters her baby’s … denies her own rest
Protects them from danger when it lurks in their midst
Risking her own life ‘til the threat is dismissed
When danger has past, only then she'll uncover
Her babies' protection from the wings of a mother

She grooms their survival with maturing of feathers
Each day more slack in their invisible tether
Soon they’ll climb up on the nests’ narrow rim
Spread out their wings behold …an Eaglet cherubim
She'll teach them to fly, they'll flit and they'll flutter
‘Neath guided directions of the wings of a Mother

One day she’ll notice they’re dressed in full plume
The next day her nest echoes with plenty of room
Across the thick trees, some distance from home
She’ll watch as more twigs twist into a throne
With pride and raised feathers, she will discover
The tireless success of the wings of a Mother

With love and respect, and pride like no other
I still find comfort under the wings of you Mother


©2008 Brad Dunse



Brad Dunsé

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bone shared with the dog, when you are just as
hungry as the dog." --Jack London

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