Momma Poems

Taking Care of Momma

Time has went by and now we've switched roles
Having me at 16 and dealing with life's  blows
To me there was no problem you couldn't solve
Through my growing up you were always involved
Now you're getting older and i must take care of you
You've always had an independent point of view 
There's nothing wrong with me

A Cowgirl Momma, Carved by Faith

The nights get cold on that prairie land,
But she don’t break—she takes God’s hand.
With a baby girl tucked close at night,
She leans on faith when there’s no end in sight.

She’s patched old jeans, gone weeks on beans,
Fought silent storms no one sees.
But through each trial, tear, and test,
She trusts the Lord will handle the rest.

Her

Happy Birthday Momma!

When I was born, my life sucked. I wasn’t important, nobody really cared. Some bad things happened, and eventually it led me to you. I was only three, and didn't have much. Then you gave me a home, and became my family. You made me feel safe, and I was happy. I finally felt like

Slow Down Momma

Slow down Momma, I know it's hard, 
but these are the times you'll miss by far.

Slow down Momma, the days may seem long,
but remember your children need you to be strong.

One more car seat to go, one more "terrible two's",
but you can enjoy these moments should you choose.

We push for the next chapter sometimes just

10-4-2025

Hard drugs under the sunshine, 
Like feeling sick with a ‘get well soon’ sticker. 
I’m gonna get what I said, 
Sicker, 
Sucks. 
I wonder why I’m even still alive, 
I feel like the ceiling and the room’s spinning. 
Life’s tough enough living, 
I blunder blind through the nights, 
When I feel like healing I come

Sugar Momma

   Sugar Momma is en route to Anytown Enlightening, 
  Elevating and Uplifting with unwavering Confidence 
spreading good vibes, and energy to everyone,  talking to everyone. Left, right, right, left as she approaches they all
stop and stare as her presence illuminates the chambers

Facts remain Sugar Momma has endured so much pain
in

You Can Always Go Home Again

A place I know so well, I could never get lost. 
These back roads and highways a thousand times I've crossed. 
I walk them in my dreams, sometimes I even fly!
The joy of being home, the sorrow of goodbye. 

I could never feel this way about stone! Wooden beams and timbre will never make a

Momma's Bible

The first time I saw her face, dripping water from stands of dark brown hair, eyes bright and innocent, she spoke to me, telling me her name, date of birth,  and the date of her baptism. 


Shirley Faye Jones born: April 09, 1952
Baptized: June 12, 1964


We have been inseparable ever since!
As with any long

Momma Said!

     You can keep all your toys!
     Those that are fun,
     Even those that make noise!
     If you leave them about,
     I'll throw them out!
     If there are too many toys,

The momma and her baby little bear

They ambled thru the town with out a care,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
People on the street all froze and stared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some gathered on their porches and watched
in their chairs, the momma and her baby, little bear..
Many grew scared as the sirens blared,
at the momma and her baby,

Momma Did

Who had chicken soup
Simmering in a kettle,
Momma did ...
Letting the flavors mettle

Who baked sugar cookies 
Shaped with a cookie cutter,
Momma did ...
And made with real butter 

Who made things right
When all else was wrong,
Momma did ...
And it didn't take long 

Who didn't give up
Nor ever let me,
Momma did ...
That's where her heart be

Who loved me

Momma Please Forgive Me

I cry when I think about my mom
I was bad at being a son
I thought she had so many
that she loved more than me.
The son that always
seamed too busy
to even
visit
her

My Momma Always Told Me

My mother always told me                                                  

Oh, Momma

They called it terminating a pregnancy you know,
like they were canceling some out-of-date TV show.
If you don’t like the song do you kill the radio,
Oh Momma, surely there has to be a better way.

You never gave me the chance for my life to unfold,
for me to fall in love, to laugh, to cry, to grow

Momma Said

Land sakes alive what you been into child.
The sun is hot but the wind is mild.
My nose itches, 
Someone’s coming with a hole in their britches.

Haven’t seen you in a coon’s age.
A hooting and hollering like an injun’s raid.
I’m fair ta middlin’can’t complain too much.
Barely getting along. Maybe just a touch.

Cooped up like chickens. Driving

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