Sorry, Mother

Oh, Mother, I’m so sorry;
Our actions have been wrong,
Taking mindless advantage
Of your patience for so long.

I grew up in your mountains
In a northern temperate zone
I thought that you would never change
If we left well enough alone.

The summers were warm but not too hot
We’d cool in your gentle streams
And winter cold was welcome
When snow fulfilled our dreams.

But now, I see you’re hurting
And I’m frightened by your pain.
Your tears fall down in deluge,
Flooding rivers with your rain.

You can’t control your hot flash.
You burst into lawless flame.
In places where your skin’s so dry,
Your droughts are gaining fame.

Your gasps of pain and anger
Become winds of such great force
Your breath sweeps everything away
That stands in its wide course.

Oh, Mother, we keep hurting you
And your water, air, and land.
But we cannot change our habits.
I hope you understand.

About this poem

I wrote this poem with concern about the environment with climate change. And added the last two lines with a bit of irony as I thought of what I personally am not doing to make much of a difference.

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Written on August 02, 2022

Submitted by janet_1 on August 09, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 903
Words 181
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Janet Muirhead Hill

Janet Muirhead Hill is a novelist who occasionally writes poetry for fun and for self-expression. Her published books include the Miranda and Starlight series of horse stories for middle-grade readers and other fiction. more…

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