You are the spoon and the sugar,
the queen and the power.
You are the white lab coat on the specialist
and the medicine that heals.
You are the kindness in one’s heart,
and the twinkle in every eye.
However, you are not hammer and the nail,
the queen and the power.
You are the white lab coat on the specialist
and the medicine that heals.
You are the kindness in one’s heart,
and the twinkle in every eye.
However, you are not hammer and the nail,
The rain on a
Sunday morning,
or the frowns on faces.
And you are certainly not a rose with thorns.
There is just no way that you are a rose with thorns.
It is possible that you are horse in the stable,
maybe even the sun breaking through the clouds,
but you are not even close
to being a weed in the beautiful garden.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the dust on the shelf
nor a lost dog in a dark alley.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the wind roaring through the trees.
I also happen to be the stars in the sky,
the waves in the ocean
and the money in your wallet.
I am also the rain on your windshield
or the frowns on faces.
And you are certainly not a rose with thorns.
There is just no way that you are a rose with thorns.
It is possible that you are horse in the stable,
maybe even the sun breaking through the clouds,
but you are not even close
to being a weed in the beautiful garden.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the dust on the shelf
nor a lost dog in a dark alley.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the wind roaring through the trees.
I also happen to be the stars in the sky,
the waves in the ocean
and the money in your wallet.
I am also the rain on your windshield
and the drip coffee that fills your mug.
But don't worry, I'm not the spoon and the sugar.
You are still the spoon and the sugar.
You will always be the spoon and the sugar,
not to mention the queen and--somehow--the power.
But don't worry, I'm not the spoon and the sugar.
You are still the spoon and the sugar.
You will always be the spoon and the sugar,
not to mention the queen and--somehow--the power.
I focused this poem on my mom because she is my inspiration and although we have our ups and downs she is always there for me even if sometimes its by being a stern parent and not a friend.
You echo the thing I like most about Billy Collins. He has a way of making beauty even of the elements that shouldn't be beautiful. You do that when you note that she isn't the dust on the shelf or the dog in the alley. This is lovely. I hope you choose to share it with your mom.
ReplyDeleteI love your use of metaphors, but I also love how you refer to your mother as "the power" and "the queen", because I feel the same way about mine. I literally chuckled when you said that you are the money in her wallet. Definitely the funniest metaphor I've heard so far.
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