I’m cheating today - my word-heavy poem is my image, my Mother’s Day gift to myself.
I’d like to expand today’s maternal tribute. Because not all humans who give birth are good nurturers, and not all good nurturers have given birth, let’s thank all those who mother. I include my husband who keeps lovely surprises secret, and my children who sometimes mother me by sending gifts, sending words, making calls, or showing up unexpectedly to break the hugging rule over Mother’s Day weekend. J
1.To bring up (a child) with care and affection
2.To give rise to, produce
3.To care for or protect
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 257: 110 words, TOTAL = 42,637; 17,363 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.