Spring has sprung up around Mother Goose when she wasn’t looking! And with spring comes a certain stirring in the heart of a goose. No, it is not the “Call of the Wild” for the cause of procreation — Mother Goose has done enough procreating in the past 26 years to keep the family genetics ongoing for several generations to come!
Indeed, what I feel is NaPoWriMo springing up within my feathery bosom.
Mother Goose is nose-diving into the crystal clear pond of National Poetry Writing Month here on WordPress and I believe that I’ll go down deeper than any goose may have gone before. I will most assuredly find uncharted waters as I share my poetry with all of my most devoted and sincerely faithful followers.
Today is the first day.
Shall we begin?
Home is where Mom makes lunch.
a story of love
inside my heart
the sound of dishes clatter
you hold my hand
I kiss your cheek
my babies pitter patter
I cook your lunch
you sniff your tears
oh baby, what’s the matter?
don’t like my soup
please pick me up
Mommy be Mad Hatter
we laugh and lunch
whirl kitchen dance
soupy spinning splatter
Mother Goose Smiles 
Apr 01, 2013 @ 14:18:14
I absolutely love this poem. The imagery is wonderful. Thank you.
Apr 02, 2013 @ 08:42:20
Thank you so much, Patty! We moms know how to turn a lunch around…
Apr 01, 2013 @ 14:57:27
Love it!
Have fun with this. Looking forward to your art. 🙂
Apr 02, 2013 @ 08:43:05
Thank you, Jeff! M.Goose is always looking for a new way to “stretch” and writing poetry is definitely a fun exercise.
Apr 02, 2013 @ 13:27:30
Natalie, keep moving forward.
Apr 01, 2013 @ 18:26:15
I love it!!
Apr 02, 2013 @ 08:43:39
Dianna, thank you! Now to continue for another 29 days…. 😀
Apr 02, 2013 @ 06:57:53
What a wonderful poem. A wonderful place to be.
Apr 02, 2013 @ 08:44:27
Thanks dear. Who knows? You might end up in a NaPoWriMo sometime in April.