A gathering on behalf of the Mother,
She, the muse awakening their youthful
Reminiscences, that of her children and
Grand offspring, who were, upon arrival
To her home, exhausted; they, except she,
Were without thought, without emotion--
The ailment, overstimulation: the loss of
Awareness; a sedate semi-consciousness
Due to, she believed, "a hyper-introspective
Force, a force ruled by the ominous gripping
Hand of digital media".
The matron, by necessity, made the
Statement to prompt a response from her
Barely conversant familial focus group.
In an attempt to re-accustom the audience
With the surroundings of her home, she
Announced stiltedly the contributions for
The evening's suburban folk feast; among
The items for dinner: barbecued pulled pork
Sandwiches; Baltimore crustaceans cooked in
A mixture of water, amber draft, and ancient
Knowing no meal was complete unless her
Potato salad was included, she proudly made
Known that two cakes (lemon and chocolate)
Had been baked the previous night; she included
That the freezer was full with various flavors of
Drooped heads and hunched shoulders snapped
To attention: "This is Classic Mom,"
Posited to the group as a conciliatory reproach.
The maternal socialite, continued to further
Revitalize their exuberance; she recommended
They workup an appetite, that they go into the
Backyard, get the badminton set from the shed,
Put up the net, and engage in an actual activity;
"Try to sustain a volley; shirk the competitive
Maliciousness, score not for points."
For this gathering, her ulterior motive was clear;
Mother had declared decidedly, that the lot were
To play, at least for her day.