A Mother in Salem

For Gramma, on her birthday, I attempted to write a pantoum in her honor. Please don't laugh, I do not pretend to be poetical. I found this an awkward form, probably because it goes against my tendencies to have everything match. This doesn't, but here goes. Laugh at another post today.

MOM
A mother in Salem, so true and wise
From islands to continent she flies
A thousand tales she pens
Her heart so cheerfully gives and spends

From islands to continent she flies
From near and far her children do hail
Her heart so cheerfully gives and spends
She reaps what she did sow

From near and far her children do hail
Proving to all that prayer does not fail
She reaps what she did sow
Grandchildren and their children abound

Proving to all that prayer does not fail
Quilting, cooking and tilling the ground
Grandchildren and their children abound
The family tree she lovingly tends

Quilting, cooking and tilling the ground
A thousand tales she pens
The family tree she lovingly tends
A mother in Salem, so true and wise