Sara Kendrick Poet Limerick

Her Voice Say

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                     When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom
                                  I'd lean against not wanting to resume
                                       Momma said, "Nusing your bab?"
                                     I would sweep, under breath crab
                        Now would love to hear her say,  "Clean your room!"






(Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)

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Jan Harvey January 7, 2011 at 8:49 AM Effects are well-noted here, "Her Voice... Clear meaning of one's own. Thanks. Jan

Wilma Neels January 6, 2011 at 7:06 AM Hey Sara, with regards to your question.. No I don't play any musical instrument though I would love to have played the drums.. I did sing in our church's praise & worship team years ago.. Thank you for your diligent comments always ;)

Wilma Neels January 6, 2011 at 5:48 AM Nice memories of your mom Sara, this made me smile today ;-)

David Smalling January 5, 2011 at 12:33 PM Yeah, how do we do that ... miss a person for the very trait we could not stand. They say the true test of relationship is to tolerate the worst in a person, and your poem is a lovely proof. Love is always strange.

Chuck Keys January 4, 2011 at 7:11 PM your stream of thought - so detailed, so warm, innocent and even pure. you made me smile today ... well done and thank you, chuck

Poet Destroyer A January 4, 2011 at 7:07 PM A wonderful limerick, Sara. kinda cute,...p.d.

Andrea Dietrich January 4, 2011 at 4:55 PM Sara, this is cute and I could understand without your translation. The woves were eating whatever meat they found at the end of their hunt and 20 pounds of it is LIKE one hundred burgers.(my attempt at humor) I read that on google, that a wolf can eat up to 20 pounds of meat from a hunt!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 4, 2011 at 4:34 PM thankxxx Sara for your special words today on my poetry readings... very uplifting comments and greatly appreciated my friend.. hope all is well with everyone luv..

Eamon Duffin January 4, 2011 at 2:47 PM Nice Limerick Sara. Yep mothers are sometimes right although we sometimes find out too late. Thanks for your visit. Eamon

Sheol Moribund January 4, 2011 at 11:04 AM Dear Sara: Wonderful little poem. Doing the daily tasks can be a bit tiresome. Thank you 4 reading and commenting on my poem. Peace: Sheol

Daniel Cheeseman January 4, 2011 at 10:10 AM Enjoyed this reflective piece, a lot said in a few words , good luck Sara

John Loving Iii January 3, 2011 at 7:03 PM what language is that? john

Kash Poet January 3, 2011 at 5:46 PM A beautifully expressed poetic verse .Goodluck in the contest.Thanks a lot for your congratulatory message.

Dr.Ram Mehta January 3, 2011 at 5:17 PM very impressive way to express moma's love, Sara. good luck in tghe contest.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 3, 2011 at 4:39 PM Very sweet Limerick recalling Mom's words to u Sara... good luck in the contest for Francine.. hope everyone is a bit better today luv..

Jancarl Campi January 3, 2011 at 3:47 PM A very interesting verse. I have never done any house chores when mom was around. It seems that moms con go on and on. I never understood how or why. Carpe Diem, Jancarl