Mum’s the word

Sounds right.

The Daily Post prompt:

This is clearly subjective, but some words really sound like the thing they describe (personal favorites: puffin; bulbous; fidgeting). Do you have an example of such a word (or, alternatively, of a word that sounds like the exact opposite of what it refers to)? What do you think creates this effect?

 

For me the word that absolutely fits the thing it describes is, “MUM”.

 

Mum’s the word

 

Mum’s the word, as elegant as a coat made of fur,

Short, warm and soft just like her.

Soft to start with and soft to end; her love for U will never bend.

Protecting U from the front and back,

her embrace like a tightrope never grows slack.

Mum’s the word, everyone knows;

The older you become, the more obvious it grows,

That you are the center of her world, yes she always keeps U in the middle.

Since the moment you were born, dependent and brittle.

She kept her feet steadfast on the ground so yours could be in the air waving around.

Mum’s the word, the first word you said

as you cuddled up next to her just  after being fed.

“The day you grow up is the day that I dread”

Mum would always say as she clutched your little head

Mum’s the word short, simple and sweet,

It is no wonder we’re taught that heaven lay at her feet

When she brought you into this world with all that pain and strife

She was happily, willingly, risking her life.

You just have to love her doing otherwise is absurd

and this is why MUM’s word.

 

Ping Back

Blogging for the sake of blogging (2)

This is the second installment  in a series of posts that I have decided to call “blogging for the sake of blogging”. As promised, I edited the poem I wrote yesterday morning about my weird experience. Just to give you some background about the poem, I have recently been going through a bit of a rough patch professionally and personally. In many ways this poem reflects the weird space I found myself in. I have always found writing to be  cathartic especially when it reflects my struggles. Without further delay, here it is:

 

Time Slowed down for me this Morning. ©

 

Time slowed down for me this morning.

I don’t know how; I don’t know why, but time slowed down for me this morning.

It’s usually a blur of tick-tock-tick; of tiptoeing on cold tiles out of the shower quick.

But not today; today time slowed down for me.

 

Perhaps Mother Nature had hypnotized me

With her howling voice and rhythmical tapping of drip drop dripping on my window pane.

When usually the dripping would drive me insane

It now served as hypnosis, as time slowed down for me.

 

Alone in bed, its cold outside and I beneath my covers hide

Shift shuffle shifting rubbing together my feet; toes curled up searching for heat

As five minutes felt like an hour under my sheet.

Covered from head to toe as time slowed down for me.

 

Every five minutes the alarm on my phone blares

 But I’m entranced by Mother Nature’s melody combined with her snares

Of rain and wind and thunder booms and

 I lie still in my quiet room listening… as time slowed down for me.

 

I look at my clock and it smiled at me

Where usually a frown is what I receive, the weather outside shows no reprieve

A flash of light and thunder follows, resonating somewhere deep in the hollows of my soul I feel it

vibrating, boom, crack, roar, rattle. My awareness frightens me; as time slowed down for me this morning.

 

 My theory confirmed it’s 7 in the morning but still dark outside

Time MUST have slowed down for me and told the sun to hide, to wait a bit longer

Before rising today, before giving the signal to start making hay, yes time knew that I was not OK

So it slowed for me this morning.

©