amos the churchmouse: a tribute to amos s mom

Editor's note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hurling himself at the keys, but he can't use the capital shift keys, and he shuns punctuation marks - except hyphens and dashes.

a tribute to amos s mom

boss i was searching for

kite string the other day

for my little niece annie

marie when i stumbled

across some old photos

of me and mom

there i was dressed up

like the lone raider

you remember him boss

the masked mouse who

rode his matchstick

horse for cheese and

justice for all

and there was mom

with a bandana on her

head flour specks in

her hair koolaid and

a mop in her hand and

a weary look in her eyes

although i can t imagine

why boss i was such a

model little mouse

don t you know

looking at that picture

now boss she looks like

an absolute angel with

heaven s dust in her hair

and that bandana halo

around her gentle head

of course with mother s

day just around the bend

a poetic muse settled

over my little mousy

brain - and no it doesn t

resemble a glassy-eyed

stare or a dazed fog

as you so thoughtfully

suggested yesterday

over doughnut crumbs

and coffee -

at any rate with kind

thoughts fond memories

and a heartful of love

here s a poem for mom

my love for you

more than a wish

deep as a prayer

gentle as a dove

i remember your

tender touch

upon my fevered brow

your loving care

even when i was down

that love at times

difficult to express

impossible to define

yet always there

ready to share

in some subtle way

a son s heartfelt care

for his mom so fair

on this her special day

amos

p s - all right boss i know

you re going to tease me

about mush again

but it s mother s day

okay - some traditions

just shouldn t be tampered

with - mothers and cheesecake

are two of them