An ode to mommy dear
These impeccable verses crafted by my humble pen
Are appraising mom for her impartial and daring deeds in her den
Pluck and agile and endowed with the feats of men
Scrupling not that she’s the acme among the top ten
I’m guilt-ridden to cloud this rate and make things inconspicuous
I’m joy-laden to unveil to folks that she’s audacious
When gone bedridden she bakes me that pills of cake so lucious
And admonished me for sodden bed when still a lad and less conscious
Mom gleams like the lights of a thousand moons in the night
Rending the darkness in this mare that doesn’t seems right
Vowing to have this stint as my earthly wright
Her feats commensurate with this post, this way I have nothing to fright
Walking abreast with her arm when curled my shoulders
I feel ascended like soaring in absence of wings and feathers
Availing the raging sea wind storm in this raucous and vile weather
Remorseless when on this coarse course with her as mother
Mom’s wit surpasses the influential Nestor of old
She has kept this concealed, depicting she’s not bold
Here I’m going bold, disclosing to the world and have it told
I’m coated by the garment of exuberance having this fact as crystal to unfold
She charges all virulence that sneaks in to vitiate her young
Her shroud is firm to veil her abode when the bell of raining lava is rung
In vigil she keeps her treasure save and cares not if these lavas prolong
Resenting slumber but had her treasure lulled by her harmonious song
The heavens are clues with continual watch of mom and her chivalry
Her treasure’s sake she’s willing to embroil in any rivalry
With a stout armor wore in this duel against chicanery
In hardihood, she goes single and needs no Cavalry
Her giant fist when flunged on the face of foe
Her gladius then swings to her foe unleashes woe
Throngs nestling to watch this duel, mom combats on a single toe
Eerie it goes like those tales written by Poe
Imperceptible ray like the sun during a cloudy winter’day
Abating this continuous gloom with my pen to anneal her ray
Then a steady ray to quash all villains that budge her way
What a lovely mother you are, a spotless epitome of a fay.
James A. Livingstone
