Below is the poem entitled My Mother Part 1 which was written by poet
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From a distance, she is full of grace
Floating in the air in an angel’s space
Perfectly dressed, not a hair out place
Diction is perfect, she is articulate
Back straight, shoulder’s down
Head back, do not look around
She smell’s of flowers, has skin like silk
Drives a car the color of milk
Educated, debutant, and elite
Recognized everywhere, even on the street
Green paper not an issue
“God Bless You” she will give you a tissue
Family dinners, proper seating
Forks, knives, spoons all know their places
Napkins play a part, before we can begin to start
Only one arm you have when you eat
And, God forbid, you had better be neat!
For this is not a party for dinner
This is an actual event....
My hair is quite chaotic
The clothes on my back make me look like I am going to attack
The color of my car looks like a green vegetable
Educated still trying, proper I want to pop her.
My green paper is made of construction
Utensils, I only use a fork by reason of deduction.
Look, two arms I have “that's neat!” dear God I’m hungry, let’s eat!
Holly P. Moore