Poem for Mothers Day

She ran

on the grass

and rescued the child with a cut leg.

She laid

on the floor next to the couch

and didn’t sleep much when my fever was very high.

She stands

by the window

and watches another front flip on the tramp.

She rocks

in the chair in her room

and reads countless stories.

She walked

to the canal with a picnic

and told us that Raney was coming.

She sat

next to me in my hospital bed after the birth of my first child

and advised my feelings.

She drives

to lessons and games and recitals

and cheers thousands of times.

She kneels

in the family room

and gathers her children in the evening.

I’m still learning

to give my verbs to motherhood.

I’m grateful

my mom gives hers.

Love you Mom! Happy Mother's Day!