Books by Erin E Kelly-Moen
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
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Shallow Me Not
Decomposing Crystal Ridge
Copper Mountain's River
In a Poet's Eyes
The Meteorite and The Atom Bomb
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“I am your master!” I roar,
then giggle at my own obtuseness,
spoiling some idiotic lesson
I supposed was important
to my daughters' mental health.
They shake their heads
and roll their eyes,
glancing at me askance
with giggles of their own.
Do they wish they had
a ‘normal’ mother?
At times, perhaps,
but normality is subjective,
and we’ve grown into each other.
I smile with pride,
they smile back, full-faced.
Their mother is a Poet,
master of naught,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/8/03
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|Reviewed by Debra Brown (Reader)
|Short bark and no bite !--- lol---- very cute, painted a loving scene with your girls
and yes you are an incredible master of words!
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
i think that applies to most parents, despite their most vehement prognostications...nicely done!
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|i once "roared" at my girls to clean their bedroom, but it sort of fell flat because i had sucked helium out of a birthday balloon before i said it. i was more minnie mouse than beast. loved this, erin. -a|
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|LOL... Erin, I can relate to that. Good write.
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|LOL...a delightful write, Erin...truly enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|LOL...know the feeling here Erin...but you see....we are the "all" .....the mother who holds everything together.....loved this...floria|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|LOL! I loved the way you ended this one :-) As a mother, I completely understand :-)|
|Reviewed by Robin Spicer
|Funny thing about this, I've just come from the Girls bedroom after telling them, In my Most officious voice mind you, to please be quiet. I got much the same response. My parting response? "One day I hope you have kids who are just like you" That shut them up.
A Very well written piece of truth.