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Poetry
Literary
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A mother has a joyous job to bear!
A snuggle warm with love, a hug and kiss,
To fill her days with golden light so rare.
Emotions bright do morph the hurt to bliss.
A mother has a frightful task to learn!
The dirty diapers, long and sleepless hours,
The crash, the drugs, the bride who makes her squirm,
Ignites a fire that scorches hearts like ours.
A mother has a spirit drawn to growth!
The good and bad, a woven crown of gold,
Refining soul, a martyr’s mind, an oath
To give herself for children young and old.
A son who has a mother such as this
Is like a star that shines in night’s abyss.
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Copyright 2006, R. L. Copple. All rights reserved. R. L. Copple is a father to three children and a husband since 1982 to his wife, Lenita. He earned a B.A. in religion from Southern Nazarene University in 1984, has served as a pastor, and written on many religious topics on a small scale, including his own web site for Christian Orthodox questions and issues. Having a lifelong interest in fiction, it was 2005 that he focused on writing stories to capture the imagination. He has two books published: Infinite Realities, Transforming Realities, and five novels in the editing process. He has also published several short stories and poems. You can find a complete list of his published works and blog at http://www.rlcopple.com.
Illustration: "Roses are Red"
Copyright, R. L. Copple. All rights reserved.
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