after Reginald Shephard’s “My Mother Was No White Dove”

 

I am not a Mom

yet Mom’s what they think.

 

I am a woman

and Mom’s what they see.

 

Adults write about their mothers

as if composing a greeting card.

 

Their mothers are kind, supportive

an inspiration even sixty years later.

 

People raised by troubled mothers

…those poems are rare.

 

Finally a poet whose mother was

“…the clouded-over night…”

 

When the young man returns my credit card,

says, Happy Mother’s Day! I am pleased

to think he does not know such darkness.

 

 

Mary C. Rowin

Mary C. Rowin’s poetry has appeared in publications such as Panopoly, Stoneboat, Hummingbird and Oakwood Literary Magazine. Recent awards include poetry prizes from The Nebraska Writers Guild, and Journal from the Heartland. Mary’s poem “Centering,” published in the Winter 2018 issue of Blue Heron Review, was nominated for the Push Cart Anthology. Mary lives with her husband in Middleton, Wisconsin.

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