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"The Mettle in the Middle": A Poem of Tribute to Mothers
Posted by Ronnie Worsham
Following is a poem I wrote in tribute to all mothers for Mother's Day 2010:
I may not top the bell curve in math as lots of others might.
I may not win a championship or win a major fight.
To those and many others too, I may seem to play second fiddle,
Because I’m a part of the side-line class, the mettle in the middle.
But neither will I fall to the bottom of the curve in English or in Reading.
A higher voice is what I hear, a voice that’s worth my heeding.
No Chaucer have I lately read but I have “Hey Diddle Diddle,”
I am a master mother though, the mettle in the middle.
I may never have kicked a soccer goal or left a court to cheering.
I heard my own quiet fan urging me on, His cheer I’m always hearing.
He bade me drive the car for those who played when only little;
He cheered for me when none others did, the mettle in His middle.
My prom days long gone, my younger beauty fading.
I washed the clothes and fixed the hair while others did the dating.
I manned home base, becoming too a master with the griddle;
Others outside posed for pictures prized, while I live in the middle.
My mate drives off to work you see, his value seen in money.
I drove the kids to the doors of school, said “Have a nice day honey.”
I picked them up each afternoon; at home I scarcely piddle;
My husband’s greeted at the door, by the mettle in the middle.
The energy that I expend is never priced as oil and gas is,
Because it comes from another source, my energy source is His.
My victories are His you know; it really is no riddle;
The strength of everything that’s His comes from the mettle in the middle.
When the day is through and the years passed by, and the cream risen to the top;
And they’re all in bed, or at ventures sweet, my quiet work doesn’t stop.
On my knees I pray, important words I say, my thumbs I never twiddle;
Because the world’s held up and together by the mother in the middle.
“Mettle” comes from “metal” you may know, words of strength and great endurance.
The strength we place in everything to give us such a great assurance.
So to those who top the measured curves, I won’t play second fiddle;
For it is mine that is the strength INSIDE, the mettle in the middle.
Posted May 10, 2010
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