H.M.D.

I found the Poetry Foundation looking for a good poem for mother’s day. And I found out it’s worth a stop — their mission is to make poetry more up front in people’s lives. They’ve got a fat archive of poems and a home page they can brag about.

Mothers rock.

Try Poem of the Day, or Poems about Relationships, or take your chances on a Random Poem.

Today they have a sampler of poems in honor of mother’s day.

I particularly like this one by J Lorraine Brown because of the vivid imagery and the reminder that all mothers start out as fearless little girls.

Tintype on the Pond, 1925

Believe it or not,
the old woman said,
and I tried to picture it:
a girl,
the polished white ribs of a roast
tied to her boots with twine,
the twine coated with candle wax
so she could glide
uninterrupted
across the ice—
my mother,
skating on bones.

Flag Wavers

One thing about those Boy Scouts, they really know how to use flags, here’s one now sending a message to his brother who is evidently on a nearby mountaintop. It was this little guy’s job to find out what they get for Mother’s Day.

Here was his brother’s reply.

In case you’re a little rusty on semaphore code, here are the messages along with a translation. The first boy says … SHE WANTS DIAMOND STUDS. His brother flags back, “R YOU KIDDIN’ ME? WE R GETTIN’ CELL PHONES, 4 GOD’S SAKE. Want to do this fun thing at home? Here ya go.