God's Great Masterpiece

When God created mothers

He made them stronger than all others

(Including fathers, uncles, nephews and brothers).

He gave all mothers nerves of steel

To cope with young kids who squeal,

And older ones who argue a great deal.

He gave each mother a heart of gold

Containing great love untold,

Never to be bought or sold.

And He also made sure 

That a mother's touch could cure

All cuts and abrasions, whether large or obscure.

And then, as if to disarm

Our fear and alarm,

God gave all mothers a homely, earthly charm.

We take mothers for granted, when really we shouldn't;

And to manage without them we know we just couldn't.

I hate to admit all this, but then, what man wouldn't?!

Copyright © Robert Haigh 1997





Author's Notes/Comments: 

The photograph is of my wife and our youngest son.

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patriciajj's picture

Thank you for this precious

Thank you for this precious gift to all mothers. You certainly gave a charming and sparkling illustration of our job description, and wisely observed that it's only by divine strength that we are up to the task. A pure joy to read and comment on. 

Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Thank you, Patricia. Glad you enjoyed the read. I think this was the first poem in which I employed a syncopated rhythm rather than a fixed metre. I'd been reading Ogden Nash at the time!

allets's picture

Special Tribute

So much love there. Grrrrrreat pix! Rhymed happy verse - ya made my day! 





Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Oh, thank you Stella! I remember taking that photo. My baby son is now a father of his own little boy. How time flies. 

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Thank you for sharing :)

Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Thank you for reading and commenting. Glad you like this.

georgeschaefer's picture

We only get one mother and we

We only get one mother and we damn sure will miss them when they're gone.  Nice poem.

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Thank you

Thank you. I appreciate your comment.