A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
5. Thanks to Mom
(11/23/08)
I honor thee, O Mother, the righteous,
For thy great continence instills within
My spirit the traditions and morals
Of many family generations.
Still, despite thy guidance, I was stubborn,
Blinded by wants—wants of selfishness;
And, I admit, my clumsiness knows no
Bounds, like mine accurséd object-breakings.
I thought not to keep thy helpful teachings,
Wanting to continue my destructive
Ways; therefore, thy heart breaks in tearful spite,
But thou hast never left me alone.
Even when I broke thine own expensive vase
Through my clumsiness and stupidity,
Thou has never chastised me severely,
Nor wert though judgmental of me.
For that, I am eternally grateful,
Because through thy calming words of wisdom,
My mind, body and spirit are reformed,
Compelling forth the best thou seest me me.
(To be Continued...)
A/N: It's my first stab at antiquated language. I know it's corny.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
