Mother, the Owl and the Pussycat

It was “The Owl and the Pussy Cat”

With Mother’s voice and sweetest company

That called my young mind as I thought and sat

Creating fancy worlds and lives for me.

‘‘Twas how the words caressed my mind with play

That made me yearn to fashion verse so fine.

‘Twas how my mother read the words her way

Urged me to write in gleeful rhythmic rhyme.

So I found cause in trying with my hand

And paper writing words could speak and sing.

Their carrousel at my childish command

Gave my creative mind its beginning.

I’ve had no mathematics joy or thrill,

So poetry remains my passion still.

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt 

Napowrimo 2020

April 14, 2020