Best Childhoodmom Poems
I tell my mom everything I want her to know,
She knew about my pain and what I had left to show,
She knows I hate when she hugs me because it hurts too much inside,
She knows I try so hard to never lose my Chicano pride,
She knows I'm so much like her and my dad,
And she also knows when I need a push just a little tad,
She knows I only cry when it truly hurts,
And she knows how much I hate when a friend blurts,
She knows I am so loyal and without me my friends would fall,
And she knows how much I wish I could always stand so tall,
She knows I'm scared of marriage and more of divorce,
She even knows I hate the fact that she moved me here by force,
She knows I'm not so innocent anymore,
And she knows I'm not the same little girl she use to hold when I was sore,
She knows I really do admire her even though it doesn't show,
But there's always little secrets my momma doesn't know,
She doesn't know how much she drinks truly makes me hurt,
and she doesn't know that her criticism makes me feel like dirt,
She doesn't know how many times I wished she'd disappear,
Now all I want is to always have her near,
She doesn't know I hate myself for making her feel so low,
And I know that being so much like my dad takes away her happy glow,
She doesn't know that to forget I drink and smoke,
Just another influence she left upon me to invoke,
She doesn't know I'm scared to really fall in love,
Because I don't want to be like her wishing him all the pain above,
She doesn't really know the extent of my love I have for her only,
But maybe that's because I move so fast in life I leave her all so lonely,
She doesn't know I try so hard not to be like her,
But I have to face it I am my mother's daughter,
I told my mom everything I wanted her to know,
But the lies caught up to me and look at what I have left to show
Sitting here in this room, it seems as if it somehow shifts and moves? It makes me tremble
and shake…as I naw on what little nails I have left, in an errant attempt to calm down my
razor thin nerves. Reflecting back on my ride home on the bus, those other kids they never
seem to stop chattering and laughing at me…I know that their all talking about me. I press
my face so hard against that bus window, I know when I got off you could still see my face
print and could count each of those ugly pimples that cover my face. Mom say it’s just an
awkward stage in a preteens life and that it will pass…But Mom and Dad are not the ones
who are biting their nails, an shaking like leaf at the very thought of having to go back to
school the next day and there not the one’s with a face that look like it’s a part of a bumpy
old rollercoaster ride. I’m no different than those other kids, I just want to be like and be the
best me I can be in this life…instead , I sit around just like a fragile egg dangling on the edge
of the kitchen counter top, just waiting to fall and break. I should be out having fun but I
just sit here in my room on the edge of my bed crying on the verge of a nervous breakdown
with my dad’s old Saturday night special gun clenched tightly in my sweaty palm.
(7/5 Trochee form)
“You were such a sweet smart girl,”
my mom says to me
when I ask her how I was
in my infancy.
Then she always tells me how
early I first talked,
saying “Jesus loves me” first;
At six months I walked!
And she says another thing
making me feel good.
Always I obeyed her by
doing what I should.
Mother says I helped her teach
Jenny what to do.
Jenny was five months old when
I had turned two.
Since I’d potty trained myself
after I’d turned one,
Mom says I trained Jenny too.
Then when Jen was done. . .
I trained Melanie, born next
after I was three,
So I guess a teacher’s what
I was meant to be!
Just one thing about me, though,
drove my parents mad.
When they put me down to sleep,
I was very bad.
Whether it was eight or nine,
even after ten,
I would yelp like some crazed pup
locked up in a pen.
Mother hated doing it,
but my father said,
“Let her be. Just let her scream
in her little bed.”
So they shut my door so they’d
block my screeching out.
And I must have hollered till
I wore myself out!
Once, my head got stuck between
railings of my bed.
Doc says now my neck sits wrong
underneath my head!
And I nearly lost an eye -
Fell while running ‘round.
For the doc to stitch me, four
nurses held me down.
Once while Mom learned how to park
(I was just a sprout),
sitting fiddling with the door,
somehow I fell out.
Mom backed up, then turned and saw
I was not in sight.
I was underneath a tire,
winter coat on tight!
Did my Mom exaggerate?
Doc said, “Good to go!”
Was I saved by my thick coat?
Guess I’ll never know.
These are tales my mother tells.
One thing seems my fate. . .
Nobody can make me sleep
before very late!!!
For Catie Lindsay's
"Baby Boo's Shoes - Quickly Contest"
Locked tight yet always near
ready for when I need.
A memory that I can reach
that I can quickly find.
A treasure that all of us have
something that we all cherish.
A common thread everyone human
possesses, personal and unique.
Nobody can judge it and nobody
can can relate.
It's the one thing we each
cherish tight
Without ever feeling guilt.
My image and moment in time
pops in and out when needed.
A day I decided I want to express
my artistic side.
My Light Bright set that I loved
so much seemed so colorful
but too small.
I proceeded to get my markers
and color my closet walls.
Happy sun and smiley faces
and stick figures of my mom and
dad.
Look everyone what do you think?
Why are you yelling Mom?
Oh your right, that's why you bought
blank paper so I could paint.
I thought the walls were a little
too dull, fine I'll run now as far
as I can go.
I'll get punished even if i try to explain.
On my return home,
I was ready for terror,
but instead found peace.
My father who usually was
Mr. Strict, smiled a little.
I sensed a secret pact.
At that moment he calmed
my mom instead of the opposite way.
Being a man of little words,
emotionally bankrupt I'd say.
He just said don't draw on the walls,
when I wanted to create my own
world.
As young as I was, I somehow
understood, for he spoke
with his body instead.
He was my hero even though
I was secretly scared of him.
Try growing up with your example
to follow being not just a man that
flies.
A pilot that safely takes people
under his wing.
Also a mentor who every night
risked his life patroling the streets.
I maybe grew up with heart that
gives so much more than she receives.
However this girl is also a soldier
only wishing for what's best with good deeds.
I should have turned out as stiff
and as hard as he showed as a cop and pilot.
I took the lessons that I needed to take
being both loving and protective of my life.
There is no way I can be one without
the other.
When I love I immediately change into armor.
After getting to know me you will quickly learn
its what makes me special, I have no choice, it's just me.
Since I've been born life's been hard
Lived in roach filled apartments with dirt filled yards
My mom did all that she can
She was sick with cancer and getting used by men
My mom had four kids and only one leg
She was hurting so bad she could barely get out of bed
We went from out west, to the projects, to the shelter
Where was family when she needed them to help her
Some nights we didn't have anything to eat
We had used clothes and passed down shoes on our feet
One day this man had my mom by her neck in the air
He knew she was sick and what he did wasn't fair
We were little kids but we helped all we could
Two women pulled us in a room so he could beat her as he would
I loved my mom to death because she never left our side
Until she went into the hospital and didn't come out alive
My life was far from the word glory
I never saw my father or his people, but that's another story
It seems like things only got woser
When my mom passed that's the last I saw of my baby brother
We got split up now it's just me and my sister
By this time I'm really just shook up
God put my grandparents in our lives to replace the pain
But it stuck to me like an unremovable stain
Why me, so many years I wondered why
So hurt, I thought it will fill better if I were to die
Life broke me down till I could barely stand
If this didn't happen I wouldn't be the man that I am
mom your the sun in my life. you keep me happy. you keep me safe. your always their
when i need you. your always their when i'm sad. your always their to make me laugh.
I know that you well always love me no matter what i do. I will always be your baby
even when your gone. mom thank you for giving me the chance to say i love you mom.
you will always be my mom even when the loud calls you home. I thank you for giving
me a great life. for helping me learn. one day i will be a wonderful as you mom
The Great Escape
Cinderella mopped the floor
She scrubbed the fireplace and more.
Singing soprano while she worked
She did her best and never shirked.
Interlude never ensued –
No slack attack; she had the knack.
Good attitude and power packed.
Her spirit always seemed to perk.
She made a game of all her work.
Never rude, great attitude –
Soon dreams grew bright despite her plight.
Her inner strength was choosing right
Although she worked with all her might,
Her angry mom complained all night.
The peace unglued…love eschewed –
When she grew up, she moved away.
Though she felt hollow on that day.
She learned to love, to laugh, and play.
Sharing her joy along the way.
Success in view…self-valued –
Inspired by “Yakety Yak & Charlie Brown” Growing up, was difficult for me. There was a lot of “Yakety-
yaking going on that was unpleasant. So, I found escape imagining that I was Cinderella while I did my
chores. (Although my mom was NOT a mean old step-mom.)
On a crisp fall morning the air had turned cool.
We were getting ready for the first day of school.
Mom said"eat your breakfast and grab your coats".
I'm in a hurry mom I got so many books to toat.
Walking outside the wind was blowing,leaves were falling.
We heard a voice holloring it was our mom calling.
She said"hey come back and get your lunch money".
I said thank goodness no more peanut butter and honey.
On our way to school there was a little girl crying.
My older brother said keep walking don't start prying.
I ask her what happened she said she lost her money for lunch.
I said don't cry you can share lunch with the Fuller bunch.
I met my best friend on the first day of school.
Thats why I say bestfriends rule.
Teresa Skyles 11/11/09
True friends until the end.