Mother

Mother

Morning Sunshine!
Skillet’s barely hot
Aroma of butter and mapled sugar
Giggles muted by sizzling breakfast meats

Peeking through paned glass
Vast lawn freshly mowed
Fresh grass and clipped dandelions
Bidding time 'til being torn asunder
by darling little feet

Sunshine trampled hair and lightly tanned skin
Always blanketing all woes with faithful grace
Your turn for frosted cakes I remind her
Whistling fitful for a cup of whole milk

Big wheels, banana seats, and Bobby Stauffer’s cheeky kiss
Blistering blacktops causing frenetic giggling ouches

Memory’s proof of purchase
Plays the soprano of her voice
Confidently pulling me into her embrace
Selfless brush of salient saline stream

Comforting crickets, willow trees, and frog ponds
Lightning bugs cascading through dimpled fingers
Muted callings to come inside ignored
The cartwheel had not been perfected