Creation of Mom
God flew through the Halls of Heaven
_From His throne into his lab.
Angels came to watch Him since
_His inventions were always fab.
Excitedly they gathered round;
_They knew they should be calm.
One quietly asked “What is it?”
_He said, “I’m making Mom.”
They weren’t so sure what is a Mom,
_But watched with rapt attention.
They knew that in the future soon
_They’d copy His invention.
First he took a human model,
_And put a heart inside.
He said, “This is the large-sized kind
_She’ll need for all her pride.”
She’ll bear the children of the earth,
_And love them until death;
Therefore he blew great love inside
_Her heart with sacred breath.
And then he put some tear drops in
_A duct behind her eyes.
“She possibly may cry a lot,
_Like raindrops from the skies.”
An Angel offered up some wings,
_But God said “Never mind.
Although indeed she’s like an angel,
_No wings on her you’ll find.”
“She has to earn her wings like all
_Suffer, get sick, and die.
She’ll get her wings if she arrives
_Up here in heaven high.”
He reached into a cabinet,
_And pulled out powdered hope.
He sprinkled it within her soul
_To help the mother cope.
He added angel kisses for
_Her children; she could share.
He sent her down to cold dark earth
_To be a mom down there.
LTC Roy E. Peterson, US Army Military Intelligence and Russian Foreign Area Officer (Retired) has published more than 6,750 poems in 95 of his 118 books. He has been an Army Attaché in Moscow, Commander of INF Portal Monitoring in Votkinsk, first US Foreign Commercial Officer in Vladivostok, Russia and Regional Manager in the Russian Far East for IBM. He holds a BA, Hardin-Simmons University (Political Science); MA, University of Arizona (Political Science); MA, University of Southern California (Int. Relations) and MBA University of Phoenix. He taught at the University of Arizona, Western New Mexico University, University of Maryland, Travel University and the University of Phoenix.
Thank you! The perfect description of a mother. I especially liked, “she possibly may cry a lot/like raindrops from the skies.”
Wonderful comments, Rohini! Thank you for your appreciation.
This is a very charming poem, Roy — clearly infused with love and respect for the very institution of motherhood. It makes me long to see my own dear mother once again. As I know I one day shall. Thank you for the beautiful Mother’s Day message.
Thank you so much, Brian. Like you I look forward to seeing my mother who molded my character.
I find a lot to admire in this, Roy. In particular, “She’ll bear the children of the earth / And love them until death” – two lines which capture the universal vocation of motherhood. And “She has to earn her wings” is an interesting way of expressing angel-hood in waiting. Thank you.
Thank you, so much, Martin, for your kind comments and pointing out some of the key phrases.
Thanks Roy – intrigued by the rhyming of mom/calm! Nice one!
James, with your great poetic abilities, I was particularly pleased with your notation of the mom/calm rhyme.
God as a kindly old craftsman, tinkering away in his workshop — that’s the key “conceit” here. It’s sustained for the full length of the poem, and dotted with comic touches: the “large-sized heart” taken from the craftsman’s collection of various hearts; the tear duct; no wings; “powdered” hope. She’s being put together like a doll from “Boutique Fantastique.” The craftsman reaches into His cabinet for all these things, just like any carpenter or woodworker or cabinet maker might do.
The poem is INTERESTING and UNEXPECTED. That’s what a good command of invention does for a poet.
Coming from a great poet and teacher of poetry, I am personally touched by your appraisal. Thank you, Joseph, for your comparison of God to a “kindly old craftsman” and highlighting specific phrases.
Roy, you have drawn me in with the exuberance and contagious joy of this apt Mother’s Day poetic celebration of all those loving and caring mums out there.Thank you!
Bless you, Susan. Mother’s are precious to us all for some of the reasons I put in the poem.
Roy, considering the vast variety of Moms, I’m glad you put that wondering of the angels into your creation workshop poem. My Mom was quite different from her Mom, and both quite different from myself as Mom. But your tender description of the creation process invites all of us children to recognize our Moms as coming beautifully crafted from the hand of God.
Margaret, I was thinking about the vast variety of Moms when I wrote it. Thank you for pointing that out and the creation process that I tried to imgine.
What a lovely, insightful poem, Roy! In a time when some are trying to cancel Mothers altogether, your poem brings a special kind of joy. Like all of humanity, we share certain traits and gifts and parts, made especially for all that’s required to bear and love faithfully until death. Thank you for your elegant descriptions of the pain, patience, resiliency, and heart of the job.
Jan, what special comments that are uplifting and caring about the status of motherhood. Bless you and thank you for our precious comments.
I enjoyed the joyousness of this poem, Roy. It starts with a fun stanza to set the tone and gallops along with positivity.
Thanks for the read.
Thank you, Paul for the commendation!