A Soul's Remembrances
William J. Skislak II
[wskislak@netzero.net]
Remember childhood fables,
Mother Goose and her labels.
The way mom would say,
and this little piggy
went wee, wee, wee.
A grin as wide as the seas,
with no one else to please,
would curl our face's scene.
Remember our first kiss,
the pleasing taste of mom's lips,
placed so gently without a script.
We thought the crib had slipped
from beneath our swirling hips,
as we reached to grip, sweet mom.
And our first completed step,
the one we didn't expect
to hold, but for a second.
Then the surprise, of someone's
roaring applause, caused our knees
to crumble....stumble, and fall.
Do you remember that light green jar of
nutritious cream of asparagus,
delicious to the last bite....a farce.
Delight turned our jaw bright with awe,
as our spoon paused, bolted, and sprung,
coating it all over the wall, Oh darn.
Remember that first day of school,
we look around, there's Johnny,
tears rolling down his cheeks, he's sad.
We walk over, take his trembling hand,
smile a little smile and, say Don't worry,
I'll be here, let's go and listen to a story.
Where has the purity of a soul's love gone,
leaving us behind with no one to count on?
Poem © 2000 William J. Skislak II, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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I wrote this poem for my and your mother. Who else loves us so?
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