Mamas Poems - Poems about Mamas

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Mama’s chili pot put out a call Wanting a variety of beans in the fall Forty-nine types of beans showed up in all Auditions were conducted by me and Saul Lima beans were boring, dull and bland. Chili beans are always close at hand. Pork and beans were stuck up and snobby. Garbanzo beans were hard and knobby. We finally chose six types...

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mama’s pies were the best around her crust was flaky and sugary no one could bake a pie like she she never baked a pie she always baked three or four I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon for my sister and brother and I she baked that on a cookie...

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Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap. You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap. That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap. But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap. You are the only...

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When mama made her famous green Jello dessert We knew something big was about to happen to our family. Sometimes it was company like Great-Grandma’s sister, Gert. Other times it meant we were getting another baby. Tonight we walked in and saw it and I saw Daddy look tough. He probably is tired of children, sixteen is probably enough. It’s not...

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They call it pancake ice. Flipping our minds. Imagine the river as maple syrup. Mama’s at the shore in an old-fashioned apron, smiling, waiting to see if we feast on all the pancakes. That is when we know it is Spring, and I see her again dressed to the nines. I can reach out and talk to her and we can talk of days gone by, like when Dad cried for months at...

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CHORUS: Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely, Don't let them get sick with no one to care, Call them and visit, spend time, be aware. Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely, Cause she gave you the best years to raise you 'til grown, Don't leave her feeling unloved and alone. A mama's not perfect...

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Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit. I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit. She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen. Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen. I like...

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We have been trying to sell my mother-in-law’s house for fifteen years. She always wanted us to fall in love with it and move into it. We both knew this would never happen. It is in smal town USA – no jobs, no life, and no excitement. A town where people move out, not in. We are city people. We have...

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O children how beautiful the sea with its white foam clouds, its turquoise blooms, its kiddish push’n pull, its whirlpool, its briny drink… salt like liquor — be careful of where the sun beats you red. …the brothel of the sea don’t look for its meaning …just mind me - stay away from sirens and ethereal rocks. O children take your pails build your fairy castles, fill your...

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loud sirens blaring motorcycle mamas pause baking ceases...

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There is always more than one side of a story Many mamas do not want to hear the other side. They get steamed as their darling presents her case, sobbing. But wait. what about the other mama? Is her baby also throwing things and raging about the event? And how did the teacher miss it if it was such a...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief (now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.) Not a peep passed thru mine - aye vaguely attest what ten? eleven? twelve? age of following anecdote at best guest, but no doubt yours truly with figurative heart in chest scared puny meek boy tight lipped silently confessed to foiled attempt, sans trying unsuccessfully to steal a...

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Parents used to listen to the teacher’s side of the story Not anymore. It is some mama’ prerogative to blow up quickly and harden their hearing Because their child’s version is correct accurate and not to be disbelieved. It used to be that Mamas would come in and listen politely, and ask their child to apologize. Today I...

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mamas and papas california dreamin' ~ idle winter days posted on June 28, 2018...

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