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May 19, 2022
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Dear Ma'
Momma
My hands cannot write enough
No to pay for your unending love
Love that moved me from scrap
To a decency I'd not match
How am i to reconstruct?
Nine of my first
I crawled around your belly
Creating scenes that preyed you
Like the smoke of the clouds
You felt the weight Ma'
Did you not keep on?
Years later
I'm still your darling
Eating from your plate
Sleeping on your laps Ma'
Even at an old body self
You see me not old , your child still
I bow down in secret
I'm your secrdetary to God
Submitting the minutes of your service
So he'd create more for you
Years of age,more around me
With love Ma', simply love
@Vee thee piet
About This Poem
Last Few Words: @Vee thee poet
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Race_9togo
3 years 1 month ago
Hello.
I like this, but the word "secrdetary" I don't understand. Shold it be "secretary", or something else?
scribbler
3 years 1 month ago
hello
I suspect that English is your second language . I can't imagine trying to write poetry in my non native language. But there are so resultant trip in your poem so I hope you don't mind my reposting it with some changes :
Momma
My hands cannot write enough
Nor pay for your unending love
Love that moved me from scrap
To a decency I'd not match
How am I to improve myself?
Nine of my first months
I fidgeted within your belly
Creating scenes that weighed on you
Like the smoke of the clouds
You felt the weight Ma'
yet you kept on
Years later
I'm still your darling
Eating from your plate
Sleeping on your lap Ma'
Even at an old body self
You see me not old butas your child still
I bow down in secret
I'm your secrdetary to God...................what is secrdetary?
Submitting the minutes of your service
So he'd create more for you
Years of age,more around me
With love Ma', simply love