Mommy Love
My gift is Mom. Even though I'm
old and wise enough to be prime
minister, sometimes my feeling
gets gnarled up in yucky reeling
and that's when I know that this time
no matter how much I can rhyme
and pretend that things are sublime
real life insists on fact dealing.
My gift is Mom.
She holds me when I wish to climb
through the roof to commit some crime.
No, it isn't selfish stealing
it's merely me needing healing
when staid bankers deem me sub-prime.
My gift is Mom.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2012
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