May 11, 2008
Mothers Day Card InnerPosted by Bryan
Let's take a look at the guts of this gem...
At first, I thought the card's photo was cleverly scalloped, not remembering that we had such fancy cutting scissors "back in the day."
Then I opened it up and saw that, no, I'm just standing in front of a bulletin board.
You may not know this, but this is actually a rare find...I haven't published a lot of poetry over the years. Skeptics may say it is because of a possible lack of talent. I like to instead think of it as a matter of controlling the volume of content released to the public. I've never wanted to be considered a poet more than a writer.
I think I've managed to avoid that, and even with releasing this to the public, I doubt I'm in any danger of being compared to the Bard.
So here's the poem...
M is for Molasses, wich you are as sweet.
O is for Other, no one other is kinder.
T is for terrific, wich explains you well.
H is for happy, wich you have made me.
E is for everlasting, wich I hope you are.
R is for rightfulness, wich you always help me be.
Okay, so I obviously didn't realize there was an earlier h in "which." I probably was so concerned that I didn't spell it "witch" and really pass along the wrong notion that I never even considered the first h a possibility. Or maybe I thought it had something to do with "sandwich," which even makes sense to me today. Sometimes, there's a lot of comedy to be found in a missing letter. I'm not saying that my card is one of these times. However, Cotter will be giving his mom a poem today that I'll have to share later because there's comic gold in how what he's trying to say ends ups saying something completely different, all because boys don't slow down enough to make sure a word is spelled correctly. I was so touched to see that Cotter comes by it genetically.
Today, I'd give this card back to myself and make the 10-year-old me re-write it.
I'm not sure if I've ever had molasses. Is it really sweet? If not, that's really not that flattering of a compliment.
Parallel structure falls apart at 'O' and then returns for the rest of the poem.
Let's not even talk about that last line...it's a smidge above nonsensical babble. I'm saying that my mom helps me to be rightfulness. Maybe if I'm lucky, she stopped reading at H or E. Although reading this does help explain my sudden, end-of-the-year enrollment in a second English class for "gifted learners."
So apart from the apology that I owe Mrs. Garret, my 4th grade teacher (I really was paying, attention, despite this evidence), here's the reality of things, a little more than a quarter-century later...
- M is for Mom...I miss you and I love you.
O is for Others - You often put others before yourself. Thank you for how that blessed me.
T is for Teriffic - I was right about that. It explains you well.
H is for Happy...thank you for a very happy childhood.
E is for Everlasting...I will see you again in the everlasting, thanks to our common faith in Christ.
R is for Reunion...What a great joy it will be.
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