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Mother’s Day – 2019
With Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe and his Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, Mother dear, both weak and weary
Paced while waiting on the hospital floor
When pains of childbirth finally caught her, she brought forth her first born daughter
And smiling at this face she now adored
In maternity’s love fueled haze thought to herself
I think we’ll have one more.
Thus in an August later, after, a son was born with love and laughter
Now the tribe once three had become four
And how she loved their family unit, the perfect four, none could impugn it
And yet a longing nagged her at her core
The joyous haze once more descended induced again the thought
I think we’ll have one more.
Tis here the story, true but crazy, takes its twist, still true - if hazy
Adding to the tribe with just one more
Another son!
I came so speedy, so what my eyes were small and beady?
Wouldn’t I be welcomed at the door?
It took no time to set a new tone eliciting the plaintiff cry to come
So quoth my mother dearest: “never more!”
My goodness Ray, what have we done?
In birthing this, this – other son?
All knew that she was rattled to the core
An obstreperous, weird little creep, their sole relief - when I would sleep
She sought the face of God and did implore
Forgive my past ill-thought conception and the haste-filled prayers
I never should have thought it: Just one more
As time would pass, tho nearly feral, and courting daily new-found peril
Straining all her patience, and then more
She weathered each new strange condition, embarrassing and odd position
Yes, still my mother loved this one she bore
But inside her sainted heart she muttered in the deeps of dark
I swear, I swear, I swear it: Never more
A decade plus was then well spent, in pondering how to repent
Enduring spawn that rattled Hades’ door
Two normal kids, and then there’s me, ‘tis truly all a mystery
What sins could she be suff’ring all this for?
Tis then she hatched the plan to try and set it all to rights
And shocking all with news: Ah, just one more
And so in time, there came another, tho I swear from another mother
Like Seth to stand in place of Abel’s store
A tweaky, twerpy little child, but with a countenance so mild
Can anything be more a total bore?
My fiendish labor’s work undoing, with nauseating, cutesy cooing
I rue the day my Mother said: One more.
But such is grace, and a mother’s love, it MUST come down from God above
To guide and pray and nurture our small four
And never, ever losing hope, though number three was a colossal dope
She sought the Lord through many trials sore
And finishing her duty in the last of us to come could cry at last
Oh thank you!
But I promise: Never more!
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