"M is for…" Mothers Day Poem

by George Davis

M is for…


you made me

A mirror-image
of your spirit,
the same spirit
I meticulously
monitored as I matured.

More than amazed
at how you seemed
to have everything

Without missing a beat,
you managed to make
every mountain a molehill
eventually moving it
completely out of existence.

With many mouths to feed,
you made meals out of morsels.
With fevers off the meter,
you made medicine out of
multiple scoops of ice cream
and that “Motherly” brand hug.

Instinctively maternal.
No Bachelors in Birth
or Masters in Motherhood.
No, it wasn’t a miracle,
it was meant to be.

Matriarch of mankind,
Mother of my soul…

This M is for you.