Magic, Myths, and Me

I wrote an ode to my mother for her birthday. I picked apart a bigger piece I had written about her last year to create this. I wanted it to have a rhythm and rhyme and when I read it out loud it sounded like a song. I have never written a song before but I suppose it’s similar to poetry.

The Energy of a Northern Woman

This way and that way.
In the way and out of the way.
In your face and out of your face.
You can try and keep up with her pace.

A Northern woman, wild and free,
From countryside roots and ancestry.
A touch of Mohawk, fierce and strong,
She’s in your face with her song.

Golden hair like the blazing sun,
Her turquois eyes will shine with fun.
She gets too close, and she gets too far.
She really should have been a star.

Still beautiful, broken nose and all,
With hands that weave life’s rise and fall.
She crochets blessings with love and care,
And gifts her warmth for all to wear.

You’ll give her money when she’s down.
And she’ll take it all and turn it around.
A mother who tried her hardest to fight.
For her children to stay in the light.

I’m sorry mom for my mistake.
Please forgive me for goodness’ sake.
I’m laughing now at how this sounds
But I can’t help it I have no bounds.

Her secret weapon? Banana bread,
With love in each slice and kind words said.
She goes to church and sings her prayers.
Blessings to all because she really cares.

I miss you mom and will see you soon
Happy Birthday—I love you