I’m writing this to tell you I am sorry,
For the time we lost and words left unsaid.
When I heard about your motorcycle accident,
Fear and realization filled my head.
We don’t see you as much as we used to,
And living apart makes the distance feel wide,
But knowing how close we came to losing you
Brought every hidden emotion back inside.
I think of our house and everyone in it—
Lily, Alissa, Aubrey, and Jaxon,
And how every single one of us needs you,
Because nobody else could ever be our mother.
I realize now how much you truly mean to me,
How precious every single moment can be.
I’m sorry for any distance or anger from the past,
I just want you healed, safe, and happy at last.
We’re all pulling for you.
I love music
With a rapping beat
That boom, boom, booms
You right on your feet
...but Mama don't like
I love tuna
Really, fish of any kind
It hits the hollow part
That makes life divine
...but Mama don't like
I love movies
With a message of hope
Cussing is warranted
If it provides a hangman's rope
...but Mama don't like
Mama likes westerns
Where violence creates a world
Old time values
No justice for girls
...I don't like that
Mama likes patterns
That build sturdy gates
Change is scary
For those who can't relate
...I don't like that
Mama likes pleasure
That is permitted by "god"
She won't even look
At other paths to trod
...I don't like that
I love Mama...but Mama don't like me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2026
Ask me something easier
Mama used to say
When I wanted reasoning
Why it goes the way
No one says good word about
Yet they do agree
With those they can live without
Pretty easily
If the fools are able
To control the wise
What’s the wisdom’s fable?
How it satisfies
Is it dialectic
Or a consolation
That comes off too hectic
Closer to frustration?
Why the chosen rulers
Aspire to be great?
Why the fools can fool us
Are we that afraid?
Why do they contest?
Can’t they live a little?
Why there is no rest
For the wicked people?
Why the time can’t stop?
What’s the point in queues
If they can bring up
Anything we choose?
Why the sun and moon
Shine too bright this summer?
Why you’ve gone too soon
Poor little Mama?
Clouds fill the sky
Does it smell like rain?
I’m not sure, it’s dry
I can hear the train
Come over the bridge
To the other bank
But I have no speech
All my questions sank.
Pretty mama Steampunk cat named Priss
Had litters of kittens that mew and hiss
They were turned away and put on bottles
She is not warm or fuzzy said tom cat Waddles
Tom cat Jim and Tom cat Dick and Jerry agreed
Pretty mama Steampunk cat was cold indeed
you cannot make a mama out of an unwilling cat
but her armor, wheels and gears were “all that”
Mama, I’ve finally met an honest man
He says he’s full of faults
He admits no way he can
NOT keep his lusting eyes off my body, and
figures I can’t possibly be interested in him…
And mama, he works two jobs while
taking care of his invalid parents
when they sleep, he runs errands
O, mama, I’ve fallen in love so madly
I want to give myself to him so badly
Don’t be fooled, dear. You’re just glad he
kind of reminds you of your last daddy
who, you may remember
~ they hauled away in a paddy*
______________________
*as in 'paddy-wagon'
Big Mama was much more than a slave
She was born of African descent
Because she was stolen away
I’ll likely never know my African kin
To be black in America is a struggle
For everyone wants you to believe
That remembering Big Mama is trouble
That you should get over it let it be
Big Mama is my ancestor who I love
Despite what history books ignore
Her photo is black and white untouched
In my family it is a treasure stored
I can not call her by her name
That too is a cranberry crime
But her strength is like red flame
That ignited and united family line
I notice her long flowing dress
Imagine it took hours to press
We still have her iron who’d guess
The hands that touched it were blessed
She doesn’t smile in the photo
As was custom of her day
But from above she smiles I know
For she lived and made a way
For me to see her in her life
Standing there by a huge tree
A matriarch a queen with pride
Who had to die to finally be free.
So Big Mama with brown eyes
Our family will honor you eternally
May your soul stay free and rise
May we one day meet as family
into the cauldron go lizard’s tail with my morning mail
a rusty copper key from the local jail and kite full of hail
schliggety diggety miggity mama dah moo
where is the wasp wing, I just scraped off my left shoe?
I toss in sixteen tears from an antelope’s right eye
We soon should have a handsome house-cleaning guy
Dear mama,
I feel something , its pushing me down, and it’s tight.
What’s happening mama?
God told me I’m to be born to you, to be your light
You won’t be in pain long mama
I’ll be here soon.
I promise you I’m worth it mama.
You’ll see in the end.
Signed,
your newborn best friend .
An independent working woman who knows what direction she wants to go and what she needs to get there
Mama eagle,
Why didn’t you see Papa eagle for the maniac he is?
Well, I guess you didn’t pay heed to the warnings of deceptions.
It has now made you to raise these eaglets alone.
The role of two,
You’re hot and cold,
You’re also black and white,
Teaching these eaglets how to survive while flying through life.
There’ll be a time you’ll have to let go,
Dropping these eaglets from the top of a mountain,
Once, twice but not thrice will you save them.
You won’t watch them hit the ground and die, But you’ll fly away praying and hoping they survive.
I love you very much mummy.
There is a women in some photos that belongs to me,
And although she’s not here no more she’s all I long to see.
She may have become a stranger to my current life, but I know
that somewhere out there she too is living my life.
The lady in these photos, has managed to control my world,
And all that I may go through I know she sees is right.
The lady in these photos I carry along with me,
And though she’s now a memory she still belongs in time.
The women in these photos is one I always miss
And even on my darkest days I know that she is here
She doesn’t judge what is done or even what may be
All that she cares about is that a smile stays with me.
The women in these photos is my best friend
And she’ll never be a stranger as in my heart she remains
When I meet this women again on a day that she decides
I know of all this id learn one thing was for certain,
My world had been guided by the women from these photos of my life
The wind blows your words to my deaf ears,
and I wonder,
where have you been all this while?
I grew up believing I slipped
through a hole in the sky
to trudge this sand.
My mates went to school,
but I stayed back, always waiting for bells to ring
and bring them back on pitch
to kick the round play joy.
My father debarred my scents
from seeping through his walls
because of his wife.
So I thought I was like our Saviour—
only that unlike Him, I have neither mother nor father.
I took to the street,
and it welcomed me.
It groomed me
and taught me how survival looks like.
I made it big through the backdoor.
But here you are,
telling me you are my mother.
From whence did I come—off the hole in your womb?
Mama… or mama-to-be…
please let me know.
Dear mama can I talk to you for some time
It’s okay I’ll yell if you can’t come
Mama I’m in this dream that I do not like,at all
I’m struggling to cope my life’s blocked by this wall.
Everyday I wonder how to break it down, it’s so tall.
It feels like needles punched right through my heart and I can’t let that slide
Because it’s so tall that I can’t see you, you’re on the other side.
I tear down every night hoping one day the wall separating us will also tear down
But those tears have built a well in my pillow enough for me to drown.
Wake me up from this dream, it’s too filled with pain
Hold my hand, save me from my own slovenly brain
Wake me up, I don’t want to have this dream again
Until then I’ll let my tears fall down along with the rain.
a warm puppy’s head is on my left heel
it’s a heavy head; he is a big puppy
he is cozy here, next to his mama
I got him at four months and ten days
wonder if he ever thinks about his birth mother?
he has the saddest brown eyes
so I think he does
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!
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