Swashbuckler’s Mommy

April 23rd, 2007 at 9:46 pm (Occasions, The Swashbuckler Series)

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Here’s a little something I wrote fo my mom back in 1989.  I placed it in an antique celluloid autograph book (circa 1909) and periodically “borrowed” it back so I could fill it up with more rhythmic musings.

I hope you enjoy it as much as she did.  Ya’know, she actually used to get a charge out of teasing me for the fact that I could never read the bloody thing all the way through without tripping over the lump in my throat.

So now you know where my odd sense of humor comes from. (hehe)

Thanks Mom;-)

Swashbuckler’s Mommy

by Dave Franzwa

Each day as I would fall awake
you’d say “good morning dear.”
Like sunshine on a rainy day
you’d shower me with cheer.

And as I dressed,
my mind impressed
with all the day would bring
the things I’d do
time spent with you
my life a song to sing.

Then breakfast you’d make sure I ate
and send me on my way
to kingdoms only I could see
I’d venture off to play.

The lands I saw
struck me with awe
I saved a maiden fair
the dragon knew
his dad I slew
so cowered in his lair.

It made no difference how I went
by land or sea I’d roam
but driven by an emptiness
by lunchtime I’d be home.

And there you’d be
with food for me
and milk to quench my thirst
my trusty steed
you’d also feed
then all my wounds you nursed.

You helped me get undressed when I was
oh, so tuckered out
and as I bathed you’d smile and sigh,
as you turned my pockets out.

The treasures there
beyond compare
you guarded with your life
a cork, a bone,
a smooth flat stone,
a broken pocketknife.

As twilight closed the covers on
the pages of the day
you’d kneel with me beside my bed,
my prayers we would say.

God bless the rich,
God bless the poor,
the young, the old, the lame
thank Jesus Christ
who paid the price
and took away our blame.

Then I’d slip in between the sheets,
and you’d turn down the light,
and kiss me gently pon the cheek…
I knew that all was right.

Then as I slept,
the smile that crept,
across your face spoke love;
from God through you,
a love so true,
my blanket from above.

Those days are now so long ago,
my hair in spots has grayed
you’ve gotten somewhat older too,
memories seem to fade.

But I still feel
that when I kneel
you’re with me when I pray
and heaven knows
my love still grows - Mom
Happy Mother’s Day.

Signature

 The Swashbuckler and The Dragon

 Say - If you’d like to get yer hands on the pdf complete with poem and graphic before Mother’s Day, just take a poke at this link right here:

==> Swashbuckler’s Mommy

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