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My mom was the prettiest mom.
I look for her, she can't be found.
No more cookies and milk after school,
nor smile when asked how was your day.
Instead I hear this is your stepmom Denise.
I was five.
Dads in jail.
I cry myself to sleep.
I'm six.
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I've been fightin' the pains since you passed away
It still feels unreal,
I ask God for some brighter days
and help us heal,
See we need him to keep us strong,
Me & Den your only 2 seeds
and we have to prolong & have to hold on,
In a messed up society,
Like Granny you're a sweet lady
who showered us with love & you guided me,
Through the struggles of a young man growin'up,
My momma,
You brought smiles on my jail visits
when you we're showin' up,
So i'm gonna' miss the twinle in your brown eyes
and when you smile back,
You know we think about you day & night
and I need my best pal back,
So I will illustrate my love like yours,
With the help of the Lord,
I will breed it in your grandkids
and we love & miss you forever more.
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How to ride a jetksi I don’t know
But my rucksack’s packed and I must go
To see a gal across the Irish Sea
Spent five grand on a new jetski
And I’m gonna sail across the sea
Though a sailor’s told me that I shouldn’t go
But this Manx lass I have got to see
Maybe she will marry me
Should I let my current partner know …
That I’m leaving on a jetski
To cross the stormy Irish sea
I hope, there’s no photo
I’m on a mission, call me a fool
I don’t know if I’ve ample fuel
Strict covid laws do not apply to me
I’m leaving early in the morning
I will not heed a stranger’s warning
I hope he’s the only one who’ll know
That I’m leaving on a jetski
To cross the stormy Irish sea
I hope, there’s no photo
I guess I let my partner down
Unfaithful, yeah I slept around
But this sexy lass I really have to see
I’ve missed her smile and peachy tush
Into my arms I knew she’d rush
But sadly cops soon caught up with me
I broke the law got sent to jail
A hefty fine, my face turned pale
And now the world will know
I returned home sans my jetski
Cops made me a deportee
They said that I had to go
I had to use the Manx ferry
Ebay sale for my jetski
This is my tale of woe
A little poetic licence but based on a real event in December 2020
(Poem Based on I'm Leaving on a Jet plane by John Denver)
Written for Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
10/29/21
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