Mother Forgive Us For We Know Not What We Are Doing . . .
Praise Nature’s soothing embrace
Her artistic swirls of grace
Her hummingbird praise, tolerance of decays
Her patience and willingness to soothe disobeys
Praise Divine Mother gracious snow cone maker
Her flowing melts from mountains’ acre
to river banks and seas’ breaker
Praise all she sees in her seize as give and taker
Praise the grace of Mother’s hugs her dance for you and me
The way she nods to gently say,
“Tomorrow it’ll be . . .
better wait and see!”
Praise the earth on which we stand
Mother’s patient healing hand
Praise your beauty ~ Praise your grace
Praise your precious nature face
Praise your prays ~ healing praise
To many prayer bouquets we raise
In praise of your beauty
and unfailing duty
Patient witness of our blatant disobeys
Your self-less forgiveness does amaze
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love:
the Praise Mother invocation
the rhythm and sounds: “hummingbird praise, tolerance of decays”
the ‘S’ sound and word play in sees and seize.
thank you for reading my poem and thank you for your en courage ing words! i appreciate you taking the time!
The rhythm is terrific, and the female images are so right on. great poem.
Lisa, thank you so much for your comments. I appreciate you and yes, female imagery and nature’s for give ness. thank you for writing with me!
Your use of rhyme drives the poem. I particularly like the ending:
Patient witness of our blatant disobeys
Your self-less forgiveness does amaze
E.E. thank you for your comments, I appreciate your sensitive intake of my words . . .