My Mother, the Reader

I did the Poem-A-Day challenge on writersdigest.com in April.  I didn’t post a poem for each day, nor did I write one for each day, but I did try.  One of the challenges was “My (Blank), the (Blank).”  An image of my mom reading a book at the kitchen table was the first thing that came to mind.  Happy Early Mother’s Day, Mom!  I love everything you have given me, genetically and otherwise.

My Mother, the Reader

Thank you for the example

You have been to me

I’m glad I’ve always known

That sometimes,

Laundry and dishes and dust

Can wait if I find

A book that can’t be put down

And I can always

Pick up a book
Any time I am made to wait

You never forced them on me

I think I just knew you were happiest

With a story in front of you

And I wanted that kind of happy too

Thank you, Mom

For the love of words

That you shared with me

And whether it is genetic or not
And whether you meant to or not

I’m glad you passed it on