I am not your mother…

       statues under Naples in Italy April 2019 taken by Joy Acey

 

The Usage of Not
by Jeanne Poland

I am not your mother…
yet you make my breast milk run.

I am not your father
yet I model balancing the bank account.

I am not your daughter
yet I prune your flowers and lovingly arrange them.

I am not your butler
yet I fold your clothes dryer cornered and straight.

I am not your teacher
yet I accord you director’s chair.

I am not your student
yet I listen and discern each distinction you create.

I am not your partner
yet I move with you, the icing on your cake.

Try to avoid me…
as I skittle down your tongue to the deep throat below!

framed

give me the “landscape framing” to allow for four

 

framed

I was framed
by my eyelids
who clicked the shutter when
I saw the beauty of my grand-kids

the muscles of my daughter-in-law

the Samson-like hair of my son

the generosity of my daughter

the sweetness of my son-in-law

the texture of the flowers

and

then posted them on my blog without permission.

Trust me,
I was framed
with framing
those morsels with my eyes
and feeding them to my hungry blog.

I beg forgiveness.

First Frost in Southwest Harbor, Maine

fine mist ‘tween in-out

doors, flowers, steeds, moms, dads, and

droplets from the shore

Upside-down Cats

We think better
upside down;
leave less paw prints
upside down;
drink from faucets
upside down;
see more flowers
upside down;
you should try it for a day
upside down
the feline way!

5/9/13
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