Mother's Day Poem #2

Do You Want A Mother?

by Happy Hiram

Do you need
your clothes washed
or your hair braided?
Is your homework too hard?
Did the bullies bruise your pride?

Yahoo is the land of the mother-less child.
Celebrating this holiday here
Is like Peter Pan Day
A lovely fantasy,
a horrid reality.

Let's all appreciate
the mothering we've had:
my mom had a lovely voice
was beautiful,
and kind to strangers.
And she held
the house together
when dad was useless.

Do I need a mother?
Na, not anymor

Mother's Day Poem #1

Mother Spigot

-by Happy Hiram

Christmas gloves
Always Christmas gloves,
never a toy or game
But when February
blew cold on my hands
I wished I had not lost them, again.

Mom always put a pair of socks
on my hands in place of mittens.
Not a pair did I own without holes
Though I tried to keep hands hidden.

I came back home with ice cold hands
Longing for some bit of comfort
Mother yanked away the half-torn shreds
and turned the tap on hot and walked off.

Rubbing hands in ice cold water
Hoping they would thaw out a bit
Before it quickly got much hotter
Still froze hands must close the spigot.

Burned and bitter and wondering why,
Too young to know, too old to cry.

Thank You Gary

May First Miracles

Your best friend worked in the building
behind which there are apartments,
apartments of the most wond'rous kind;
one where my best friend will be happy.

The day you left, the calendar page
turned upside downside inside out
But each year you bring another gift
to lighten our lives on the first of May.

Gary, you were no angel, saint nor sage,
you just brought common sense to everything.
Cut Gordian Knots with a pair of tin snips
And made us all into Crusaders for Good.

Thank You Gary for another May Miracle!
I miss the you like all heck!

-Happy Hiram