Momma Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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The mere mention of boogies or snot made my dear old mom gag on the spot. She'd cry out, "Bill, Jen, Steve! Stop it! I’m gonna heave! Of course, promptly stop it ~ we did not. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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, ...

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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,...

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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...

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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 ...

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My mother always told me ...

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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...

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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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My Momma -,••,•••-,• •• ••, ••, ••- Shii Ma, shii carbon copy, shii xerox copy Shii spoon, choii bii style Niiguna Begay It's for me to know and for you to find out.... Momma , LAAAAAA YOU LOTS NO MATTER HOW CUCKO WE ARE , I CAME FROM CUCKO PUSS....LOL, laaaaa you Mommmma...

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