Charles' Poem for Mother's Day

In honour of those who had mothers.

Night And Morning

The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.

And the evening is not night
Until she's tucked me in just right
And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh, if my mother went away
Who would start the night and day?
THE END
--Dorothy Aldis

PS: If you want me to see me recite this on camera as an Internet Poem Star, tell Special Ed James. He hogs the camera all the time. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he doesn't come down with swine flu cuz he's a dirty rotten pig.