Our children and our children’s children!
Here is a poem that I do not think President Barack Obama,
the yellow Boston press and homosexuals will like!
As you do unto the least, so you do unto me.
I thought about writing a poem concerning the subject of
motherhood and the child at least a year before I wrote this
piece. I have somehow the ability to set the back of my
mind to work while I go about my day and sleep by night.
After a year one morning I picked up my pen and wrote
“Littlest Mime” in twenty minutes. There are no revisions.
Thank you, Mish!
The littlest mime was most silent for Mama.
The deepest dimples graced his smiling love
For his lady who delivered him from above.
A rascal who giggled while he squirmed and wiggled
Raised his arms for a hug to prove he was the cutest bug.
Quick to confirm his love he always received his hug
Which caused his smiling mug to receive his love
With a kiss intended for maple sugar smooches.
With his arms tightly locked about his mother’s neck
Our little mime delivered his rhymes to mother’s ears
Who could hear his beating heart from the very start.
Softly he pressed his lips to his mother’s cheek
Who was warmed by the meekness brought with quickness
To his grandest of duchesses accepting his caresses.
Uniquely smiling Mama’s smile, raising his arms
With his mother’s charm and displaying his happiness
With his mother’s warmth, his lesson of kindness
Imbued his performance with love’s blessing.
“Will my little mime love Mama’s hug?” as he wriggles.
“Will my little mime hug Mama’s love?” as he giggles.
“Will my little mime help Mama rhyme?” as he wiggles.
Lovingly he smiles into his mother’s ear, “Mama!”
“Littlest Mime”
(March, 2007)
Steve
@ Blue Seahorse Syndicate
