Kapiti Mothers’ Day Poem

‘The Mother’

( we hoped we didn’t disappoint our mother – she set high standards – ‘but Mum – we did our best!’)
By Gill Ward
She stands
in perfection and array
at the front
of a long line of years
straight up, made up, uniformed.
Unrelenting in the mission
for flawlessness
and precision
did she ever admit a slight
breath of disappointment?
Her daughters, after all,
scattered the edges
of her ranks,
could not
stand to perfection.
They had other calls to answer
more exciting tunes
to march to.
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