Solar Eclipse Coming
All around the globe
people are looking for a moon
and a mommy. They need both.
One moon, many mommies.
Like hens, we mothers gather chicks
and remind them to wear magic eyes
when they view the skies.
My sister uses her mother-voice,
It’ll be going right over you.
There’ll be a ring of fire too.
A neighbor, at his wife’s insistence,
walks a ways and hands me solar glasses.
Mothers. It’s all we know.
I put on a pot of stew, sort laundry,
watch the clock.
Distractions.
I cannot shut up, If you don’t have glasses,
dear friend, keep eyes on the ground.
Look for crescent rolls, crescent smiles.
It must be Mothers’ Day!
May the manic moms note
the absence of birdchatter.
May they hold their breath
in reverence for the dark tunnel,
then a big Hallelujah!
at the rooster crowing.
All around the globe
people are looking for a moon
and a mommy. They need both.
One moon, many mommies.
Like hens, we mothers gather chicks
and remind them to wear magic eyes
when they view the skies.
My sister uses her mother-voice,
It’ll be going right over you.
There’ll be a ring of fire too.
A neighbor, at his wife’s insistence,
walks a ways and hands me solar glasses.
Mothers. It’s all we know.
I put on a pot of stew, sort laundry,
watch the clock.
Distractions.
I cannot shut up, If you don’t have glasses,
dear friend, keep eyes on the ground.
Look for crescent rolls, crescent smiles.
It must be Mothers’ Day!
May the manic moms note
the absence of birdchatter.
May they hold their breath
in reverence for the dark tunnel,
then a big Hallelujah!
at the rooster crowing.