Mom August Poems

Her name was Arthenia and she was my aunt.
I wish I could say that she's still alive but I can't.
When she became ill, her family...

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We hurtle down the last few hundred feet 
of steep lavender lined cobbled slope 
shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around
a last hairpin turn and...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Salmon Dinner

nothing can be separate us 
a child from a mother 
a brilliant plan and a truck

go steal his bank card
riding home dad doesn't know
that...

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The sweet bird songs heard at the break of dawn
Mixed with the sound of sprinklers on the lawn
Neighbors readied boats for bobs in the bay
Morning...

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My life is like a marry go round
in the beginning it was full of 
joy and laughter. In the middle
i find love also  i...

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The people who knew you, know that I was very fortunate to be your son.
If you hadn't passed away, today you would've become seventy-one.
Another year...

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Whom to trust,
In my mind this question bursts,
I thought to take this near crust,
But still it might always buzz!

Whom to trust,
Without the trustworthy, I always...

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If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,

What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving...

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My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we)...

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I started out chasing an always beautiful Butterfly 
At a very tender age, maybe five......
With curiosity ,my little legs moved along with it 
As it...

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My hands 
are 
shaking
I 
love you 
unconditionally 
Why?
Because
 my 
babies
You are
the world
 to me
Beloved 
 because
I know
no bounds
Such a 
sweething
Your 
being
my sweet 
ecstasy 
I held
...

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Hot August day,
why have you sent all children away?
Jack won't watch Sesame Street,
all he wants to do is go to sleep;
Cathy looks at him and...

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Sitting with mama
 Late at night
 Holding her hand
 Because soon
 She may die.
 Sitting with my mama
 Like she did me
 I was born...

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Gratitude

by: Alainey Craig


So long I have loathed in nothing but the bad,

 being inconsiderate and blind to all the great things that I've had.

 Deep...

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