Charlene Wilcox Poet Narrative

This Shoe

There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or  how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.

By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014

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Poet Destroyer A April 2, 2015 at 8:03 PM Reading this poem again, a wonderful poem. Moving... LINDA

Funom Makama February 6, 2015 at 8:10 AM Its nice having soupers like you here. This is just wow and I am beating myself to not reading this earlier. I am happy and amazed at what I am reading today and this piece over here contributes to my state. No doubt a 7! Charlene Wilcox February 6, 2015 at 12:09 PM Good to see You back. Thank for The Most Appreciate comment.

Jan Allison September 25, 2014 at 8:14 AM Charlene this is a wonderful tribute to your amazing mother - I still have both my parents aged 90 and mum is nearly 92 but has dementia - i grieve for how she used to be:-( Hugs jan xxx Charlene Wilcox September 29, 2014 at 8:11 PM Jan I am so sorry to Hear This...Sending My Prayers-Love Char... Jan Allison September 26, 2014 at 1:28 PM I have to be strong Charlene dad has terminal cancer so i have to support them as much as I can :-( Hugs jan xxx Charlene Wilcox September 26, 2014 at 1:18 PM Jan it is an absolutely heart wrenching disease...I struggled to handle it...My visits were few and far in between....I understand Your comment very much and I ty,love,Char-

Poet Destroyer A September 23, 2014 at 8:53 PM Charlene, once again, thank you for the wonderful reply to my poem. I too love my mom, no matter what. God Bless Charlene Wilcox September 24, 2014 at 1:58 AM And We love You Poet Destroyer...Hugs!

Liam Mcdaid September 23, 2014 at 5:42 PM really touching beautiful excellent pen i tip my har Charlene Wilcox September 23, 2014 at 7:53 PM It is a real pleasure to have a compliment from You...I almost start tears rolling in with gratitude between You and ms.Linda.Thank You so very much for the comment.Not only is Brotherly love it is appreciated..

Poet Destroyer A September 23, 2014 at 5:16 PM Hello Charlene, WOW, I like how you took a simple nursery rhyme, and made a poem, in dedication to your mother. My mother was a good soul, If only I could have listened, and not nod my head... A wonderful write. LINDA Charlene Wilcox September 23, 2014 at 8:04 PM Linda I lost My Moms just 11 months ago and My Sister with epilepsy died last month...I guess We All get so busy with Our lives that We forget the most Precious of things when they are right in grasp.I love Your Wonderful compliments...My Mom had Mental illness but I do not care about that ...I just loved Her Anyways and still do..No Matter what...

Arthur Vaso September 21, 2014 at 12:17 AM Its so nice to see such a dedication and your tribute to her is so wonderful!!!! Charlene Wilcox September 21, 2014 at 6:04 AM You just made Me cry with Your Words Sir and I ty...It is long over due....LOVE U MOM R.I.P...God Bless You Always...

Arthur Vaso September 20, 2014 at 11:00 PM Ahhh this is beautiful as a dedication, and filled with wisdom, sad that sometimes we dont take the chances we are given to learn and grow, however it seems with your mum, you turned out just great!!! Charlene Wilcox September 21, 2014 at 12:15 AM She was many things to Me.With all errors,mistake and flaws I still love Her.She was My life saver that literally saved My life and kept Me living..My Mom was just a woman with a human heart for Her Ace..

Gry Christensen September 20, 2014 at 9:24 AM Quite sad, heartfelt and honest.......this poem is all of that. It's hard to know why other people live, choose to live the way they do, walk down the roads they pick out. One can give as many advices and good intentions as onecan master, but it's up to each and everyone what to do with them.......... Well written! Charlene Wilcox September 20, 2014 at 9:44 AM I agree with You whole Heart and soul but to speak out loud exercises The Light of Gods words as He Speaks threw You...Silence prevails Nothing...That is why Teacher exist.Thank You so much for Your very intelligent comment...I hope You read,"My Own Reservation" It sums it up a little more...Besides All writers that are Any good have good intent followed up with a motive...