Mother of the Groom
Under the illusion after fifty
years of marriage that you have
the key to his heart securely
tucked into your superior
cooking skills, you just may be right.
But take heed, wife of a mother's
son that she was there first
comforting the stomach of the
boy who would some day be
your husband. So sigh if you must
when he now and again waxes
nostalgic over his long-gone mother's
culinary skills in memory of his
mother's boy recalling the warmth
and aroma of her care and devotion,
satisfying that primal need
that you too respond to, and think
now of your own sons, do.
Friday, April 17, 2015
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Poetry
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