Mom Cowboy Poems

You’re torn between two identities
never knowing which way you should go
You dream of being a big city
but you're afraid to let yourself grow

There’s some folks...

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VII.
It was one year, minus a day,
when Reg ventured back to her home,
he’d gotten work running cattle,
all over Nevada did roam.

But the whole time he...

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This is, as indicated, the final THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in...

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The cowboy in me always rides on a horse
Wearing six guns, crisp blue jeans and always, of course
My boots and my hat and a fancy...

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Potatoes

At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was...

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V.
Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut,
framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope,
the chimney was stained from long years of use,
But who...

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I.
Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window
as the stage slowly trundled down the road,
the sun beat hard on the towering peaks
that ran across northern Colorado.

She...

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Knock, Knock

Mom. 
I missed my bus. 
I am going to be late. 
Class will start without me. 
They will be mad..
at me. 

Mom.
Are you up...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Missing Flowers

There are no blooms on the table. 
Nothing in the vase by the window. 
Empty water, 
in the one near the door. 

Outside in...

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Snowflakes

The quiet time,
between the coming,
and going,
of the holidays...

A moment here, 
another one...
there.

Like tiny points of light, 
stars in your own life, 
that lead you to;
call...

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Children, 
The Last Child in the Nest 

When you ask something of me, 
I drop what I am doing, 
and attend. 
When you need something...

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