Mama Poems

Mama Always Said

Mama always said...Son, mind that bump

The road is wide and the load we dump

So, Mama would dare me

But, fear would impair me

I'm Petrified Forest...Forest Gump!


In Vietnam, Lieutenant Dan thunk...

Me and Bubba should just share a bunk

But, the bunk was loaded

And Bubba exploded 

I'm Chunks in the Forest...Forest Gunk!

Sleep Well, Mama

Mama, why is it that you can't sleep well?
What's keeping you up even though you're tired?
Your husband who watches television half the day,
Your adult child who is packing up and moving away,
Your young, hyperactive child who likes to play, play, play,
The ever present clutter all throughout the house,
You set up a trap but it has

Beware of Mama Bear

My Mama told me, "Don't get Lippy!"

"Better back up, and I mean Skippy!"

Scrunched up eyes, bloodshot Red,

Punched two teeth, from my Head!

I joined a Cult, became a Hippy!

Mama Hiku

down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane

blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled

taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown

drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun

read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked

spent time with me
shared skills and joys with

Warmth of Similarity

You remind me of a synchronized play of violins
Soothing to the vibrations they play
Your touch is the rhythm of a string 
hold me gently with similarity

To Mama

This is for the sleepless nights you spent
thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens
For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen
For the hungry stomach you choose to ignore
Just so on our plate you could put more

This is for the silent tears you have cried
For days when no one seems to be on your

Bring Mama Her Slippers

back in the day
i
did not get
much schoolin'
but
mama said
boy
don't let
your
right hand
know
what
the 
left hand
is doing
and
everything
will be okay
now
bring mama
her slippers
Lord 
have mercy
and 
thank ya Jesus amen

old petes mama gladys

Gladys, an old lady, forgot she was ninety-two
Her body cannot do what it could at fifty-two
She climbed the farmer’s fence and dropped down six feet
Broke her hip, elbow and neck, said her son, Old Pete

In the hospital waiting for surgery
Ninety-two! She yelped. Surely that cannot be!
Old Pete stomped off angry, and left her with me.
I

mama

It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him 
To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary 
There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week
Calling not for news but

A snake and a frog

Out of a hole near a pond so small,
A baby frog gives a croaky call.
But mama frog is nowhere around—
A snake lies waiting; dangers abound.

The baby frog peeks out of the hole—
It knows its fate—no frog would console.
With fear, it leaps out into the pond;
From there, it finds a way to abscond.

It doesn't know snakes

Mama, my best word

My sweetness, from you, my first meal,
Exclusively for six.
And for many more months after~
The grub that made me tick.

You'd go hungry for me to eat.
Still my tum begs for more
What yours for days has been denied,
For hunger there to roar.

Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes,
Then you fall down and faint.
Still you rise just to find

my mama

my mama is not the women who made me'
my mama is the women who raised me
the one who taught me kindness, and patience
the one who taught me boundaries
and late night movies,
drinking coffee at 6 in the morning
on my way to a tournament
the one who always came to support me
the one who I replied on
the one

Mama might be the Problem

No one could follow the labyrinth of logic in Norman’s head
He is too brilliant for commoners, his overbearing gushy mother said
Norman’s commonsense father had other ideas instead
She makes too many excuses like she did for our runaway son, Ned.

Mama Dearest

The flutes afloat, am I dreaming, it seems not right.
      Bluebirds - I cannot see their melody in flight.
From the grand-girls, I love the sunflowers - a ray.
     The flowers crisp; I let them die; no other way.

     Scent of roses, a-breeze;

Mama Please

You used to hold me
Kiss my cheeks 
Love me without any hate
Feed me sliced grapes

I don’t remember those days
I find memories I buried 
Locked up to keep 
My love for you 
How do I bury them again
Mama tell me please

How do I forget the hate you have for me
As you throw a vase 
Screaming away
I

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