For Mom

Ginny girl, you are my pearl, you are my pearl, you’re my Ginny girl!
The boy is back! The dad-bone-boy is back!
Ready to sign them paypas, paypas, paypas?
Sing praise to the Lord all ye righteous ones; praise is becoming to the upright!

She doesn’t whistle while she works; she sings
And when she’s cooking she stomps a beat,
Joy bursting from her hands and her feet–
Stirring up cabbage and other things.

The piano’s an instrument
Of war in her capable hands;
It bows to her gestured commands–
Her fingers send sparks as if flint.

The fire within burns bright;
Words potent like flaming arrows
Shout forth praise to the One who rose:
The Way, the Truth, and the Light.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. readinpleasure
    Jun 20, 2013 @ 10:15:27

    Oh Wordcoaster, this is splendid 🙂


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