This Poem was Submitted By: Thomas Edward Wright On Date: 2004-05-07 08:59:54 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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My Mom's Motherhood

                    For all the skinned knees and Band Aids,                       The popcorned movies, root beer floats,                        Nineteen cent kites, popsicles, trips to the park,                           That one about the Ark, the neighbor’s dog,                         Telling dad I didn’t want the boring Schwinn                       Ten speed, for typing lessons in sixth grade,                            The wiener dog, the leaf collection, the sewing                      I couldn’t fathom, the opportunity to knit my                            Own six-foot scarf with one stitch, patent leather                            Shoes and plaid bell-bottoms wide white belts                                 And leisure suits, The Beatles album, Sonny,                              The five Caesareans, the no wigs, the spelling bee,                            Cher, Chicago, piano lessons, college, brothers,                     The watch, the ring, sisters and other pets –                                  Thanks mom, you’re the best.

Copyright © May 2004 Thomas Edward Wright

This Poem was Critiqued By: Sandra J Kelley On Date: 2004-06-05 21:13:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.73684
Thomas, I really enjoyed this poem the detail and specificity of what your mother did and your memories of her make it immediate and accessable to everyone. We all have these memories of our own mother or of wishing for these moments. I love sisters and other pets I don't know if you ment to imply your sisters were pets but it is a wonderful tongue in cheeck ending to this poem. Sandra

This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-06-05 12:18:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.92308
Hi T, This is not just a nice tribute to your mother's motherhood. This actually this tells us quite a bit about YOU as her child and the era that you grew up in(and you're not afraid to age yourself at all, are ya? let's see, I'd say you are right around 48?) From your other poetry about your mom, we already know she holds a very special place in your heart. This one is a more personal/historical time line of your relationship with your mother. By five ceseareans, were there five of you siblings or more? I'm the middle one of five. Your poem evokes such nostalgic feeling in the reader, bringing fond memories back to me. I love the line about knitting the six foot long scarf! I did that myself! This IS a rootbeer float. jj
This Poem was Critiqued By: Sherri L Smith On Date: 2004-05-31 22:22:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Thomas, Oh your Mom is so lucky! This says so many nice things about her and about you too! I enjoyed each word and I know that she did too. Sherri
This Poem was Critiqued By: Erzahl Leo M. Espino On Date: 2004-05-29 01:44:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Thomas, Short but compact and complete! I loved the images, takes me back with my childhood years too! Remembering those childhood to adolescent images, it came into my senses just how super dependent we are with our parents especially to our mothers. How their influence is present in our surroundings and memories and in what we are now. Loved the wittiness of the first line "For all the skinned knees and Band Aids"...the rest are just continously moving and a bit humurous. Nice flow! This is a wonderful Mother's Day offering! Gratifying! As always, Erzahl :)
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2004-05-20 06:09:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.11111
Thanks a lot Oedipus. Love, Electra and the pets.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Irene E Fraley On Date: 2004-05-10 19:57:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Tom, I read this in the morning before work, but didn't have time to critique the poem. Then I decided not to: exactly. There's no way I would critique this as a poem. The message is too real, the feelings heartfelt. I will It must be wonderful to have memories of a mother like this. Mine died when I was four, and I have no memories to hang on to. Thanks for the poem. I liked it, particularly trying to picture each moment listed. Rene
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2004-05-10 18:27:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dear Thomas, Wow, what a blast from the past this read was for me. Having experienced all most all of your poem in my real life - I thank you for bringing back memories, - and I know this tribute for your mother must be endearing to her. It was always the little things that made us happy children and I wonder with all of the high technology kids have now, what "special" things they will remember. I picture my son thinking back to video games and that's pretty scary. Fortunately - I've instilled a desire in him to read, which works for both of us. This poem was good in imagery, detailed descriptives that made it easy to follow. You managed to thank her, in your own way, without the usual sentiments of love which to me really makes this poem stand out. I enjoyed your poem. Sincerely, DeniMari
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2004-05-10 16:23:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
"...sisters and other pets?" I have decided that you are my real life twin. He would say such a thing with the same wink. What a great childhood except for the weiner dog and plaid bell bottoms.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marcia McCaslin On Date: 2004-05-09 01:54:51
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
O Thomas--I can see and feel where you are. On the 6th of May, as I sat critique-ing and trying to drum-up a great song title, I remembered my own Mom's passing. I sat there holding her hand and telling her of all the old times that were so special. But she was "reading" something" with her eyes or watching Jesus explain to her that she HAD to come with Him now, that she couldhn't stay and further nurture and guide her little Marcia that she had seen as a 16 year old for the last several years. I don't cry, and neither must you--since your Mom is in a great place, (maybe bragging to my Mom ab out you--and My Mom is bragging to her about me). (that's probably it.) But you "do her proud through your poetic grieving, and I do my Mom proud through the re-telling. Someday, Tom, we'll be the ones that our children will "make up" stories about. We do become greater post mortem, do we not? Just laffing. And thanks for posting. Marcia
This Poem was Critiqued By: Sherri L. West On Date: 2004-05-07 11:58:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Tom, Wow, I think we had the same childhood. Could you be my brother? I really enjoyed this read. Every single image evoked a warm memory for me and brought a smile to my face. I like the form you used - image piled upon image - it reads like a mom's "To Do" list. From bandaging wounds and enduring 5 C-sections to intervening with your Dad and providing "sisters and other pets", your tribute describes a fully involved and devoted mother. She obviously has left you with wonderful memories of your childhood. The details you have included are delightful. I especially enjoyed "the no wigs". Wigs were so popular in the sixties. I remember driving around to store after store on Thanksgiving Day after a blizzard to find my Mom a wig. (I think there is a poem brewing here - sorry Mom). She wanted a wig because my father was hospitalized with his first heart attack and she was living at his bedside. We never did find that wig but we had a great time looking and laughing about it! What a wonderful Mother's Day gift - I'm sure she will enjoy it. Thanks for posting this piece and bringing a smile to my face. Blessings, Sherri
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2004-05-07 11:50:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
Thomas–Excellent combination history poem and poem of address written as a tribute to the speaker(s) mom. Progressive citing of numerous boyhood incidents/ escapades sagaciously witnessed or overseen by the attentive and ever present loving mother. Thanks for sharing this early Mother’s Day gift. TLW
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