Best Mommas Poems
Momma knows her girl ain't crazy,
Still hearing those wedding vows,
It never ceases to amaze me,
What she's going through even now,
While cryingly she goes on...sharing mommas loving hand,
She's cried a month of Sundays,
Felt the slamming door,
Hoping maybe someday,
Love is evermore,
In the rising and setting suns...of having a good man,
She's been tried by the Devil,
Felt the upper hand,
Been so disheveled,
Trying to understand,
Now her life must go on...without that wedding band,
She's cried a month of Sundays,
For the man she knew before,
Hoping maybe some way,
Love is evermore,
Now her life must go on making new plans.
She's been walked on a bit,
And still has those crying fits,
O-O-O-O-Oh! Lord!
Even I can read her lips,
Now an ex-wife must be strong, trying to understand,
How her life must go on, without that wedding band,
She has mommas loving hand.
She's been walked on a bit,
And still has those crying fits,
O-O-O-O-Oh! Lord!
Even I can read her lips!
How an ex-wife must be strong, trying to understand,
How her life must go on, without that wedding band,
She has mommas loving hand.
Momma’s Heart
Looking back on all the selfish things that we would do
and all the stories we've been told about what she's been through.
Momma’s heart is fragile, broken more times than we know.
Through cracks and holes life left behind, love found a place to grow.
Momma found out early, that life would be a fight,
she remembers far too many hungry sleepless nights,
building in her character a tender heart to show
compassion for the ones she loves through hard times they would know.
Life never got easier, just different through the years.
Her family grew along with all her worries and her fears.
That just made the binding vines grow stronger even still,
to hold her heart together till the cracks and holes could fill.
There's a sacred place forever heavy in her heart
with dated stones of those she loved who's time it came to part.
The sweetest fragrant flowers guide the paths her heart still roams,
as memories of the ones she loved that God came calling home.
Momma’s heart is like a garden it took all her life to grow.
She tends it with her tears and prayers for things we'll never know.
I think it's amazing grace God gave her from the start
for all the love she grows through cracks and holes in Momma’s heart.
- Jeannie Cronin
War, war, war!
Time to even the score!
Bombs, bombs, bombs
Mothers help us kill your sons.
It’s true the leaders
Never have to run
Well they run for fun.
But your sons
Must Run For Their Life!
In our war game of strife.
Hey momma-
Don’t complain your son, a boy your child
Sent to war off in distant wild
A great experience
It shall be!
His death is not in vain
But to our country tis a vi!
Mommas are the little ones,
who carry us for most a year,
Prop us up till we are strong,
forgive us for the hurt and fears,
so look after Mum,
She is the one so dear...
Don Johnson
been spending 3 days a week with my 90 year old Mum...
livin in my mommas house
current job can't buy me out
feel like 69 I need clout
future uncertain I'm in doubt
got no respect,
get no respect
if ain't got money than i don't mean
got gifts and talents I'm too well equipped
but I ain't a sell out so they don't see
used to smoke weed I loved to get lit
facing a relapse, I might take a sip
they waiting to call me a fiend and a drunk
hearing my skillz theys can't you hear what I want
I live for the music
and God's number one
He gave me the chance
I took my shotgun
I'm letting Him drive me in the right direction.
if its the end guess who I trust in
not in no body, no booty bugatti, and not in money, to you it seems funny
I made regardless of all this i know cause I ain't got nothin even to this day
left a dream I've envisioned my whole life
can't give it away. to make it I pray
the stress got me so under pressure, I'm lifting the weight
till I become great
I got a purpose I know it
already know where I'm going
screw what they say what I'm doing
is ballin to keep the ball rollin
I got a purpose I know it
already know where I'm going
screw what they say what I'm doing
is movin till I start a movement
livin in my mommas house
got no children got no spouse
zero in my bank account
too in debt to bail me out
come on heart don't fail me now
where these legs gone take now
hope these arms can break me out
work hard play hard break me off
gimme the bread, gimme the cake, gimme the cheese
gimme buffet
I want it all gimme bigger plate
save for dessert ain't no way
all this dough ain't going to waste
I did it for love and not for the taste
call my moms we'll celebrate
I told her this day was comin someday
didn't believe but at least let me stay
something that's beyond me
but I plan to repay.