Mom’s Slippers


I turn to see a shoe I missed

It was my Mother’s slippersimg_4005

I thought I could climb the stairs

with even sounds of flippers.

I stepped into the stairway 

and much to my surprise.

I lost the one, kept the other

I felt it gone and realized 

I still had one on the other foot

and that was ok you see.

I will continue on in venture 

carrying my mother’s shoe with me.

So such is life in little things 

our children do take with him.

The climb the shoe and little

one too and leave a shoe with them.

©   CMM  2015

Intelligence


Intelligence

Einstein played with imagination and sought

deep in reason, deep in thought.

No one to match his statistical mind

no one dead or alive, so far in time.

Mozart’s fingers crossed over the keys,

giving them melody and symphonies.

Practiced till his days were long

celebrated now in concert and song.

Freud who delved deep in the mind,

knew he had found the perplexed kind.

The id, Ego, and Super Ego distinct

put them together, the missing links.

Yet we look for original thought,

seeking harshly by scientist wrought.

Brilliant in their ways of thinking

only disappear among the sinking.

What is to say, what is smart,

if we only finish with what we start?

Or apply what is already known,

moving an inch from where its grown.

Time and space and Neanderthal man

has carried history from where it began.

Intelligent mind and the brain has grown,

yet still with intellect so little is known.

Copyrighted:  CMM  June 2007IMG_2290