Mother Lay Poems

Come around and listen to a story
Of the ones who battle so called life
The scars carried may be a bit gory
Not fully healed, some never...

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"The sky it falleth every day --
along with bird sh*t."
-- Mother Earth of still a Chicken Little
dying of a birth defect, disease, disaster, accident, or...

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Now I lay me down to sleep; right behind my death will creep. 
When you lay me in the ground, amongst my body these things...

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Our home Is filled with thanks and love,
this we got from God up above.
The kitchen stove cooking away,
before eating we first must pray.
Let's go play...

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I will forever remember the day my Momma lay dying
It is etched into my mind like a permanent scar
The eerie quiet that suddenly settled over...

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Today I have played hard,                    ...

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Flutterfluffing of downy goose
rocks tempest princess port-starboard.
Bed tiers for bride-to-be.  Steep steps
of ladder, up t’ward skylight, soared.

Twenty tidal wave mattresses.
Jacky’s seed sprouts into beanstalk.
Ripples...

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Within every tree lay a spirit,
the sprite that cares for it.
Feeding, watering, nurturing it,
as if it were its’ own offspring.

The hidden caretaker spirit
that endures within...

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A rainbow took my breath away
Whilst on a train one summers day

Her vibrant arc I was in awe
Though folk beside me never saw

With heads bowed...

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Lay Down Be Still

I am not responsible, 
for what happened to you. 
You are accountable;
to what happened to me. 
That was and is still a...

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I plea with my woes to leave my head alone, 
alas they leave my croaking soul slain. 
At night I sleep with my tears along...

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I can’t remember the year but man created a
Colored toilet paper, blue, yellow, red and green
The young inventor I was and short on cash
I took...

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Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a...

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(alternate title – A bona 
er fide dog day afternoon delight).

A mere half dozen vowels 
constitute the English language 
    Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
Consonants...

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when I was young my mother gave me to suck on her breast
It was true blessedness, gave me nutrients
She bore this child in wedlock and...

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