Mother's Day

It was Mother’s Day I flew with a mom and her naughty boy Over biscuity golden clouds In American skies From Houston to New York My mother had her prime in an age The Wright brothers flew dragon-flies Sparrows with broken wings Uncertain of their landings The mother tended her child Attending to his every need Patient, composed, saintly, divine, Never forgetting to place Silent kisses on his rosy cheeks I sat beside her and wept The noisy child of yore His hair and thoughts ruffled Starry eyes distraught Now caged in a distant past Like that ubiquitous portrait Of the crying boy That adorns our modern walls Oh mother, thou shalst live ever long!