Mom’s Christmas
Remembering Mom at Christmas
Mom, I wonder if you see the star,
one promised long ago.
Is it brighter from time passed
with a constant glow.
Are you closer to the cradle,
of which no time can rot,
This manger scene, of babe
and birth that never is forgotten.
If in heaven you get to see
all the wonders of that night.
I see your smile in all we love,
and I know you are alright.
© CMM Christmas 2011
Mother’s Christmas
“Walk Among the Brushes”
I hope you have time to read it. I am humbled with this one as I do believe so much came from places I do not understand and psychologist are trying to figure out.
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Literature and Art Studies
Christine
My Son and His First Performance on “Chicago Fire”
Only the Mother knows how hard he has worked,
How much his heart is in the arts.
These moments makes my cup run over…
copyrighted: 2017 CMM
Jon Matteson, Chicago Fire, Season 6 Episode 6, NBC
Morning
flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows
no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark
thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity
praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full
copyright: 2017 CMM
Passing
All Soul’s Day, has come to past,
just in time to remind at last,
we are very temporary here
snow has fallen early this year
So as the day brings us to see
The souls and saints among the trees
Symbols passing in nature agrees.
Copyrighted : CMM 2017
Forgotten Poem
I wrote a poem yesterday,
I don’t remember the words
Or what it had to say.
I scribbled it and jotted down
upon old paper
I picked off the ground
Writing quickly so not to forget
It came flowing
The sonnet set.
I found a place
Behind the books
Stuffed it where no others look
Later I promised I would read
The poem of the heart
A now forgotten seed.
© CMM 2012
All Hallow’s Eve
Witches and apples, fallen leaves and rot,
Has come to this the Hallow night of
full moon with goblins and steamy pots.
Shadows in night that pass among trees
of little costumes of scary ghost among
dressed up monsters of make believes…
An eve of frightening rituals
where all one’s fears are mimicked and mocked
with humor and timeless habituals.
So call on All Saints , who listen this night,
as the children grow tired from the cold dark streets,
and guard them home safely from the eve of fright.
© CMM 2013
Eagle and Child Inkling 