One poem by James G. Piatt

A Mother

Her hands reach out to 

Soothe the weighty 

Sorrows on a small 

Quivering brow; her smile 

Fills a sad heart with hope, 

Her love covers times of 

Gloom with optimism, and 

her continence covers the 

Sad hours with a joyful 

Glow when the day 

Appears dreary, and lost.

JAMES, a retired professor and octogenarian, is a pushcart and best of web nominee, and his poems were selected for inclusion in The 100 Best Poems of 2016, 2015 & 2014 Anthologies. He has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT,” (2016), and over 960 poems, in over 135 magazines, anthologies and books. His fourth collection of poetry will be released this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.