There Goes My Baby
I use to find myself staring at her.
She was so very beautiful,
My mother.
'Boy, why are you staring at me? '
~Ma, you are so pretty! ~
'Okay, what do you want?
I don't have any more money,
For you to buy another 45.'
I use to 'stay' in Roz Records.
It was a music store,
Not far from our apartment in Bellevue Square.
On Canton Street.
In Hartford, Connecticut.
I remember my first 45...
'There Goes My Baby'
By the Drifters!
I would play it 'all' the time.
~Ma, you so pretty! ~
'Boy, you better get out of my face.
And go play with the other kids in the playground.'
I did it!
Like a chore.
Children bored me back then!
They were so...'childish'.
And I was born a grown man.
I was!
But that's a different story.
I think most boys become infatuated,
With their mothers first.
Giving wives competition they did not expect.
And most men who had been mama's boys...
Usually divorce.
To be left on missions,
To find someone to spoil them!
I know.
I've been married twice.
To do that 'thrice'
Would be absolutely foolish.
'Huh...ma? '
Dedicated:
In loving memory to my mother,
Edna Roberts-Prudhomme Pertillar
'Miss you, ma! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mama Didn't Raise No Punk
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
Not when she would slam dunk me,
Away from public view.
Or dared me not to do those things,
She told me to.
Or take my time!
Mama came from the old school.
And she didn't hesitate,
To strike fire to my behind.
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
She knew exactly what she was doing with me.
She raised me to become independent.
Not a chump.
I was raised to use my mind.
And defend my thoughts!
And any gift I got from mama,
Is was bought for me because it was earned!
Like those whippings for my backtalk.
My mama didn't have easy lessons taught.
None that I remember were for me quickly learned.
But over time I did.
Since I didn't like to sit...
On a burned butt after getting whipped!
Eventually they sunk in...
Those lessons.
Deep.
To stay.
If I was ever to become a punk...
It was going to be done mama's way.
With a tormenting whipping,
As she held me,
Screaming...
'I've got it, if you want it.
And you're going to get it good.
What's my name? '
Mama.
'What is it? '
Mama.
'And don't you forget it!
Who's your mama? '
You're my mama, mama!
'That's right!
And don't you forget it,
Not one bit.
Or I'll be back to give you more...
Of some of this.
Don't play with me, boy! '
Dedicated:
My Mother, Edna Pearl Roberts (Prudhomme) Pertillar
And my paternal Grandmother, Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Thank you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretty Boys
Pretty boys - on my tv screen
Teeth so white and hair so clean
Pretty boys - sing and play guitars
Pretty boys get to be big stars
How do you rate my sex appeal from one to ten
Is my image just a bit confusing
Maybe I should get a facelift, start again
Maybe I should trade my pointed shoes in
cause talent dont count
For pretty boys
Those promo people got a lot to answer for
You can take your face and see just where it fits
Be a pretty pawn in someone elses war
Your baby blue eyes - somebody elses wits
Equals success
For pretty boys
I wanna see a human being on my tv set
Want some action for the fat and thin man
Theyre getting closer but they aint got robots yet
Just a hero with a smile like a tin man
No brains and no heart
Just pretty boys
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Women's League Day Care Center
My early lessons taught,
Were delivered...
At the Women's League Day Care Center,
In Hartford, Connecticut.
I had to have been all of two,
Or maybe 3 years old...
When I first began the beginning,
Of an aware consciousness.
I though my mother was giving me away!
And I was quick to show everyone,
Within listening distance...
I didn't like it at all!
I remember Mrs. Hines!
And the wrought iron encased stairsteps,
To the dismal West Avon Street joint.
Right off of Main Street.
A stone's throw...
From Bellevue Square.
A tenement project,
I loved and hated equally.
OH!
I forgot.
This is a poem.
Not a Declaration of Independence.
Well,
Anyway...
The Women's League Daycare Center,
Was extremely significant in my growth process.
I didn't realize it,
Until I was well into my 20's...
What a gift, my sister Mimmie and I, were given.
Gee...
That was back in either 1949 or '50!
And Mim and her husband AL,
Are GRANDPARENTS.
You know...
My mother 'always' told us,
God works in mysterious ways.
And to this day,
I'd like to know...
How my niece, Shayla
And my nephew, Landry...
My sisters Tammy and Lisa,
Get to be...
So much 'older' than me?
Do we 'not' share the same genes?
OH!
This could go on and on.
I feel it!
Dedicated:
To the Women's League Day Care Center,
a name I knew it as for 'many' years.
Located in Hartford, Connecticut.
'Probably the first day care center established,
in the country. Who knows? I'm a writer/poet...
not an historian.
Although, I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur.
A youthful one, I might add.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Women
Two women in my life,
Left impressions deep on me.
These two women did for others,
Unselfishly...
And did good deeds.
The work they did was hard,
But they never gave up!
No matter what was on their path,
I never heard them fuss or cuss.
And Clara,
And Edna...
Still have me awestruck!
My grandma,
And mama...
Left lots of love for me to touch!
The work they did was hard,
But they never gave up!
No matter what was on their path,
I never heard them fuss or cuss.
And Clara,
And Edna...
Still have me awestruck!
My grandmama,
And mama...
Left lots of love for me to touch!
Two women in my life...
Left impressions deep on me.
These two women did for others,
Unselfishly...
And did good deeds.
Clara and Edna,
Still have me awestruck!
My grandmama,
And mama...
Left lots of love for me to touch!
Dedicated:
In Loving Memory
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar,
My father's mother.
And...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar,
My mother.
'Thank you! '
~LP, Jr.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until It Happens
Don't be concerned about what others say about you.
Just do what you do and be done with it.
One day you will silence their lips.
'But Maaaahhh, that makes no sense! '
It ain't suppose to until it happens.
Now go outside and play.
You're getting on my last nerve!
Dedicated To:
Mrs. Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
My mom.
'Ma, we miss you and your so 'appropriate'
philosophy about life and other 'stuff' '
(Andrea, Tammy, Lisa, Larry)
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mama Was Phenonmenal
My mama was phenonmenal.
And even to this day...
Whatever I say could not convey,
The understanding and talents,
Of this woman.
We receive blessings,
And take them for granted.
We who have been spolied by this...
Think it's okay to do exactly as we wish.
But when gifts are given,
We must eventually share.
They are not ours to store and keep.
We must give them away...
As if an abundance for us is reaped.
My mama was phenonmenal.
And even to this day...
Whatever I say could not convey,
The understanding and talents,
Of this woman.
So rich in kindness.
With so much love...
She had in her to spare.
Yes sometimes I admit I became jealous.
Until I understood the many lessons taught...
She gave to me to ensure I was prepared.
Dedicated:
To my mother,
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
'Ma...why you got so many names? '
~You need more than one ingredient to make a cake.~
'That makes no sense at all.'
~And you don't have to eat a piece of it either.~
'? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretty Boys
Last night I dreamt you were gay
It was all you needed to say
Finally an answer for why you dont want me that way
Last year I slept in your arms
Slept right through the alarm
But now you live in virginia, alone on a farm
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Girls cant avoid
Pretty boys
Last july I came untied
My trousers , my bra , and my pride
You were so confident that I would let you inside.
Back of the bus in berlin
That was the summer of sin
Bryan and richie pounding the bottle of gin
Liars and lovers
Twin brothers
Never win
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Girls cant avoid
Pretty boys
Girls cant avoid
Pretty boys
No girls cant avoid
Pretty boys
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Pretty Boy
Every girl, I know, wants a pretty man, uh huh
Every minute goes by, I still need your lovin hand, oh no
I like ones that talk, no noise, baby, uh huh
I like you, youre such a pretty choice, uh huh
Chorus:
I like to play for you
Youre such a pretty toy
Please let me play for you
Youre such a pretty boy
Yes you are, yes you are, baby
Everybody knows, yes you are
Yes you are, baby
Love to take you in my arms
Share my secrets, to know my charm
You look so fine, I cant trust myself, baby
Ill do anything for you,
If you promise not to tell
Repeat chorus
Sing it up, ooh...
All I want is a pretty toy
All I need is a pretty boy
Yes you are, ooh, baby
Listen, I dont want your money
But I do need your honey
Then again, Ill take anything youve got
I think its kind of funny
When you spend my money
But its all right cause
You make me high pretty baby
Yes you are, yes you are, baby
Everybody knows, yes you are
Yes you are, babe
Get up
1... 2... 1, 2, 3, 4!
Play your funky horn
Play your funky horn
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Hard To Handle
Baby here I am and Im a man upon the scene
I can give you what you want, but you got to come home with me
I got a whole lot of good ole loving and I got some in store
When I get through throwin it on to you got to come back for more
Boys and things will come by the dozen
Aint nothin but drug store love
Pretty little thing let me light your candle
Cause mama Im sure hard to handle, now yes I am.
Action speaks louder than words and Im a man with great experience
I know you got another man, but I can love you better than him
Take my hand, dont be afraid Im gonna prove every word I say
Im advertising love for free so wont you place your ad with me?
Boys and things will come by the dozen
Aint nothin but drug store love
Pretty little thing let me light your candle
Give it to me baby, I got to have it, some of your love
Its all I need, early in the morning, late in the evening.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Suzy-hang-around
Suzy was nine and I was ten
Right at the time when boys like to think theyre men
She used to follow us at school
We really thought that she was a little fool
And one day we said to her
We dont want to hurt you girl
But youd better
Look for a friend of your own, suzy-hang-around
Better come back when youre grown, suzy-hang-around
Nobody wants you around here and thats for sure
So get off our playground and stay away
Thats all that weve got to say
Suzy-hang-around
Suzy ran home to mamas arms
Mama said look, shes never done you no harm
So get off her back and let her be
Why cant you play together in harmony?
We really didnt know what to say
But as soon as she went away
We laughed and said
Look for a friend of your own, suzy-hang-around
Better come back when youre grown, suzy-hang-around
Nobody wants you around here and thats for sure
So get off our playground and stay away
Thats all that weve got to say
Suzy-hang-around
Yes youd better
Look for a friend of your own, suzy-hang-around
Better come back when youre grown, suzy-hang-around
Nobody wants you around here and thats for sure
So get off our playground and stay away
Thats all that weve got to say
Suzy-hang-around
song performed by by ABBA
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You See...There Was Just Too Many Of Us!
I smell my grandmother's molasses cookies.
Deep dish apple and peach pies.
And grape preserves she would make.
And my own mother's beautiful hair,
Before she grayed.
And 'overnight'...
Seemed to have aged.
As I sit and reminisce.
About so many things I miss!
I see my grandfather,
Working in the backyard.
In the shed.
Where he 'diagnosed' the engine...
Of an old truck.
With every part of it laid in pieces.
Each of them,
Carefully spread to keep them near.
'Don't...
Move,
A thing!
Or pick it up...
Because you're curious!
I got my eye on ya! '
I hear my father say...
'It is time to get your haircut, boy.
And when you sit in that barber's chair...
You bet not make a fuss!
And don't say nothing to annoy! '
I remember my aunts and uncles...
Rushing to pick apples, grapes and pears.
From an old pig farm,
Where Chappelle Gardens now sits.
In a neighborhood in Hartford, Connecticut.
I remember this as if yesterday!
And the whippings we all shared.
Regardless...
Of who or who was not actually there!
No one was spared.
'I don't care who did what!
All of you are getting it! '
My grandmother would say!
I remember rolling my eyes...
With wishes I could run away!
~Grandma, I didn't do anything.
It was her! ~
*No it wasn't it was him! *
**No it wasn't it was them! **
You see...
There was just too many of us!
And my grandmother didn't really care.
She just wanted all of us to know...
The punishment she dealt,
Would be quick.
Honest.
And fair!
Note:
Dedicated to my wonderful family.
When we (many of us) all lived in either Stowe Village,
And/or Bellevue Square.
Tenement projects.
In separate buildings AND apartments.
Back in 'the day'.
Love you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Girls Get The Bass In The Back (feat. Bounty Killer) (Hey Baby Remix)
Hey baby, baby (4x)
All the boys say
Hey, hey... (2x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey, hey... (2x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
I'm the kind of girl
That hangs with the guys
Like a fly in the wall
With my secret eyes
Taking it in
Try to be feminine
With my make-up bag
Watching all the sin
Misfit, I sit
Lit up, wicked
Everybody is surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty words
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
I'm the one they feed upon
Give a bit a star is born
And if you have enough you'll get the pass
And you can tell your friends how you made it back
No matter what they say I'm still the same
Somehow everybody knows my name
And all the girls wanna get with the boys
And the boys really like it
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
hey, hey... (4x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
Jum, jum, jum, jum
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage cause we going crazy
Afterward myself and one of them gorgeous ladies
There is no need to be actin' shady
C'mon baby, hey, hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amazes me
Got me off the hook and nutting else don't phase me
Can you be my one and only sunshine lady
If no, maybe, hey baby
Hey, hey... (4x)
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
song performed by by No Doubt
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Mama Would You
For Mother's Day
Mama would you
Hold your baby tight
Tell me a bedtime story
To make the bad dreams go away
Mama would you
Always and forever
Be mine
On mother's day
Mama would you
Play a game with me
Chutes and ladders or candyland
Don't matter to me
As long as we're together
Mama would you
Grant me this wish
Be all mine on mother's day
Mama would you
Maybe share a cookie or a glass of milk
Let me tell you all about
My day away at school
Mama would you
Smile and say you'll be mine
On mother's day
Mama would you
Let me have a cute little kitty
One to call all my own
Or a doggie so smart
He could do all my homework
Mama would you
Stay forever mine
On mother's day
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Play Children Play
I came home late one night,
In my door stood my daughter-in-law,
Park your car, I have something to tell you,
As I entered the door, she said, "Mother left today."
Play children play, your mother left today.
There is no where for a writer to start,
When his wife leaves and breaks her children's heart,
When she walked out, she never said good by,
No one has ever known why.
Play children play, today your Mother went away.
Many things we planned to do that day,
For no reason she just walked away,
Twenty years has past and gone,
Some how we took care of our home,
You children have married, but still alone.
Play children play, for the day your Mother went away.
poem by Kenneth McKinley Davis
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Boys In The Corner
Black Boys On The Corner (Lynott)
------------------------
One of the black boys said
"I need none of your pity"
It's your mama that don't
Like you loose in the city
But stick about, take note
Take a tip, take no back lip
Come come a little closer
Let me see you snap your fingertip
Because standing on the corner
Just might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else you wanna do
Like rolling dice, nice
Like shooting pool, hey that's cool
I'm a little black boy and I don't know my place
I'm just a little black boy, I just threw my ace
I'm a little black boy, recognize my face
One of the black boys said
"I'm a giving a warning"
"People been putting me down"
"I'm so tired I'm yawning"
A new suit, pretty boots to boot
And I'm feeling slick
Gonna go to town, look around
And pull a chick
Of course standing on the corner
Might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else that you wanna do
Like playing poker, joker
Like to back a race, ace
I'm a little black boy and I don't know my proper place
I'm a little black boy, get my head in its space
I'm a little black boy, I just play my bass
I'm a little black boy, it's no disgrace
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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All Us Boys
All us boys like to drink and smoke
Pull off a joke
Blow your minds and leave
Hot tires behind
All us boys like to fight and kick
Carry a stick
Were getting older
And acting bolder
Chorus:
Mothers tell your daughters
To stay away from rock and roll
cause it may entice them
And mesmerize them
Even satisfy their soul
Im sure mama told you bout making love
Anand the skies above
With its fallen angels
Diet pills
Female thrills
But mama never told you bout
All us boys
Chorus
All us boys just want to play
All us boys wont run away
song performed by by Toto
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I Know What Boys Like
Boys, boys
He you wanna know something?
Boys, boys
Boys like girls
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I seem them looking (looking)
I make them want me
I like to tease them
And they want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
I got my cat moves
That so upsets them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I think you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
There's no one like you
I might let you
Or would you like that?
I might let you
Sucker!
Boys, b-b-boys
Boys, b-b-b-boys
G-g-g-g-got what boys want
G-g-g-got
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
Yeah, I know what boys like
Come on girls, you know what they like
It ain't no secret
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Mother O My
Mother O My
Being who I am... isn't what define me
It's the willingness to be who I be
To those who call me mommy
They are the air i breathe
The heart in my chest
With them i bring my A game
School them to never settle for second best
Yes this is my quest
Mother O My
I see them learning more everyday
Whether in school or at play
Listen to all they got to say
I never realized how hard this profession I chose is
Bandage cuts and wipe noses
Fix hearts that feel broken
Mother O My
The toughest job I'll ever love
Thank god high above
For the blessings
Of my daughters and my sons....
Mother O My
Who is taking all my time
3 baby boys…
3 young men…
3 superstars
I am the one they know
I am the one they need
The only mother they will ever have
The only mother who will take care of them no matter what or when
The only mother who loves them unconditionally… there is no end
Mother O My
In the final phase of growth
3 young men
Now becoming
3 grown men
Feels like time has consumed itself…
Taking itself away…feel there is something I've missed
There is more that needs to be witnessed
Mother o My
I had my time but it's not enough
Something flies above
Taunting my core
Making my spirit to soar
To find that missing piece
Ready to take flight…
3 baby boys
Ready to leave the realm of my protection
Could it be the sentiment of closeness that mocks me
Mother o My
I now understand the vibes my Mother went through when we left home
In a sense I am ready
In a sense I am not ready
Too fast…too soon
One more year for my 1st baby boy…
18 years of watching the growth of my gentle giant
Three more years for 2nd baby boy
15 years of watching the growth of my mini me
Four more years for 3rd baby boy
13 years of watching the growth my baby boy
Mother O My
Tears fall as the accomplishments shine through each of you
Without the help of God and Family…Just don't know how we would of made it
Superstars is what you will always be
All that hard work…seeing the seeds planted…grow…the greatest perk
Mother O My
I know you have to leave & soon will say good bye
Please be gentle as you take your journey
Away from your Mother Always remember…
Mother O My how I love you
Mother O My precious ones
Mother O My heart is always with you…
Collab:
(Mamas) Kaye Brown & JenOfPoetry™
© Jan.10,2012
poem by Jen Of Poetry
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A Tribute to Mothers on ‘Mothers’ Day ‘09’
A mother keeps the human race going!
She gives the kid(s) the important training;
She does the baby’s cleaning and nursing;
She tends to children’s bathing and cleaning.
A mother is the crux in kid(s) growing!
And children into adults keep turning;
She does the child’s dressing and nail-paring;
She sings the songs when child goes off sleeping!
A mother keeps the home and does cooking;
About the children all, she keeps thinking;
Most days, she does the chores and dish-washing;
She hardly gets some time for own sleeping!
A mother loves to work and keep slogging!
Sometimes, in vain for help, she keeps begging;
Some modern moms take to even blogging;
A few spend much time at husbands, nagging!
A mother knows the art of good loving!
Some are good in punning, joking, rhyming;
A mother teaches kids at fine writing;
She spends the night in ‘about all’, dreaming!
A mother soul is fixed to kid(s) rearing!
To problems all, she gives a good hearing;
Nothing amiss can escape her seeing;
At times, she gives the kid(s) a good beating!
A mother tells kid(s) to be God-fearing!
Some mothers can be bold and ev’n daring;
Some mothers can’t stay without arguing;
Good mothers believe in giving / sharing!
A mother is a great human being!
When someone leaves, she keeps her hand(s) waving;
For love sometimes, some mothers keep craving;
The world somehow keeps most mothers crying!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-13-2009
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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