Free will expressed in God's likeness
and formed in wonder's love.
With utmost care, He made me there,
at home in Heav'n above.
But after birth right here on earth
it wasn't really fair.
They all made fun of waddled run
and no one seemed to care.
There was no drake out on the lake,
but breeze was cool and fine.
Mother struggling, seven duckling -
with me, the last in line.
Sometimes my feet could not compete -
so I would lag behind.
But she would wait- me motivate -
for she was patient, kind.
Then peril sent an accident.
My legs went nearly lame.
They laughed again at my chagrin
and slower, I became.
In Godly way, my mom would pray.
She loved me even more.
With lots of skill and her big bill,
she'd nudge me up on shore.
And there I'd praise the sunshine's rays
next to my mother's charm.
And always there, my mom would care
protecting me from harm.
Through many jobs I'd hear her sobs.
She had the biggest heart.
I must attest, she was the best
'til death pulled us apart.
As time goes by I often cry.
It's sad to swim alone.
The only love that I knew of
was what my mom had shown.
I am not strong. I have done wrong.
I was the least of sev'n.
Lord, call me back. Please call me back.
Please call me back to Heav'n.
This poem won second place for the October 2017 poetry contest