Love You Mom

Monkey sees; monkeys do
You know; your mommy loves you

My mom would say things like that a lot
She would read me; my favorite book
"The Cat in the Hat" by, that doctor guy

She would, always tell me; when I had lied
When I had did something wrong
She would say; that a little bird, had told her

That it came and sat, right on her shoulder
That's why; I went and built this, here sling shot
But, I never did get a shot at it or found out where
He, did perch

When he wasn't telling on me
I wish he would come back around, again
I was; your one, and only boy, your little man

Although; I'm surrounded, by my big Sis's now
It's not the same, I want my mom back again
We drove by, that freshly mowed lawn

I blew you a kiss, and I said
I'm sorry that you are not here; with me

Love you mom, it's me
Donnie
Your one and only son

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

— Sinbadthesailorman, Dec 26, 2007

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

Critiques

Barbara Writes

17 years 9 months ago

Ordered well done

Smiles:) Barbara enjoyed reading the lovely tribute to your mom

Sinbadthesailorman

17 years 9 months ago

thanks Barbara I would like to do some great poems for

those I love but when I try to put my feelings down on paper for them they seem to pale against what I feel in my heart and I and up burning them or feeding them to the shedder if there is one around I find it especially hard to write about my Grandmother or my mom Donnie/Sinbad seems I am not satisfied with what I come up with when it come to them Had one called the koolaide mom but tossed it to made me cry and I guess I was not ready to share that memory

Barbara Writes

17 years 9 months ago

i feel your dilemna

Smiles:) Barbara as it is hard for me too also, took years for me to write about my mother and grand mama but one day it just came and i started writing about my grand mama. read my poem "my grand mamas eyes" is all i could do, but may write another as i get inspire. your poems are really good did a great job here. You may have all ready read it

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