Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #93
My Mother's Favorite Number
by Belinda Roddie
My mother's favorite number is, in fact,
twenty-four. It's her birthday in July -
the hours in a day, all nicely packed
around the face of a clock. And now, I,
as well as my sister, have reached the age
that lies in my mother's favor. Perhaps,
now that my twin and I have reached this stage
in our lives, all the various mishaps
we have will dwindle. Adulthood at last
will catch up with us, whether we like it
or not. Once eight o'clock AM has passed,
it all will be official. Just a bit
closer to twenty-five, an age that's nice,
but my mom's favorite number will suffice.
by Belinda Roddie
My mother's favorite number is, in fact,
twenty-four. It's her birthday in July -
the hours in a day, all nicely packed
around the face of a clock. And now, I,
as well as my sister, have reached the age
that lies in my mother's favor. Perhaps,
now that my twin and I have reached this stage
in our lives, all the various mishaps
we have will dwindle. Adulthood at last
will catch up with us, whether we like it
or not. Once eight o'clock AM has passed,
it all will be official. Just a bit
closer to twenty-five, an age that's nice,
but my mom's favorite number will suffice.
Comments
Post a Comment