May 20, 2017

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.

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