{"id":106578,"date":"2013-05-09T20:35:41","date_gmt":"2013-05-10T00:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/106578\/poem-a-ballad-of-mother-love\/"},"modified":"2013-05-09T20:35:41","modified_gmt":"2013-05-10T00:35:41","slug":"poem-a-ballad-of-mother-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/106578\/poem-a-ballad-of-mother-love\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: A Ballad Of Mother Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is my write for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge<\/a>, where the topic is an incident showing mother love, and the preferred format is an 8-6-8-6 ballad. \u00a0(My mother died at 63 in 1988 of ovarian cancer.)<\/em><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/em> <\/strong><\/font>\"Me<\/a><\/p>\n

Me and my mom, 1946<\/font><\/p>\n

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A BALLAD OF MOTHER LOVE<\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n


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When I was young my mother’s love
\n was always quite apparent.
\n We both could see it in her eyes;
\n her kindness was transparent.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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My sister Randi was just five
\n when our dad deserted.
\n So mother raised us both herself
\n with effort well concerted.<\/p>\n

Oh, motherhood is not a job
\n that’s suited for the weak.
\n A mother’s love encourages
\n parenting at its peak.<\/p>\n

No single incident stands out
\n in those fine thriteen years.
\n Well maybe when my snakes got loose,
\n which drove her near to tears.<\/p>\n

I felt so bad I’d frightened her,
\n but she did not berate,
\n insisting that I take them out
\n inside a mesh-topped crate.<\/p>\n

She let them stay in the garage,
\n rather than sack the lot,
\n Her budding herpetologist
\n was clearly loved a lot!<\/p>\n

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Oh, motherhood is not a job
\n that’s suited for the weak.
\n A mother’s love encourages
\n parenting at its peak.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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Copyright May 9th 2013 RGD<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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c.1948<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is my write for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge, where the topic is an incident showing mother love, and the preferred format is an 8-6-8-6 ballad. \u00a0(My mother died at 63 in 1988 of ovarian cancer.) Me and my mom, 1946 \u00a0 A BALLAD OF MOTHER LOVE When I was young my mother’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-106578","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106578","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106578"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106578\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106578"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106578"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106578"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}