Stay away from the bee hive
That makes mommy glad
For I'm only five
And dying would be bad
Forget the bike
I want to drive
That's the car I like
Speed makes me feel alive
To baseball
To dance
To the mall
To get new pants
Motherhood is over
Grams now I am
I wish time would go slower
Did he just call me mam?
Assisted living here I come
Growing old is not any fun
Just found out that my grandson is a bum
Sits on the beach and surfs in the sun.
Mommy, please don't go away,
I want you here, with me to stay.
My little hand, it needs your touch,
I love you, Mommy, oh so much.
The world feels big, and I feel small,
Without you, Mommy, I might fall.
Your arms are safe, your eyes are kind,
Please, Mommy, leave me behind.
I'll be good, I promise, true,
Just please don't leave-I need you too.
The beauty of her long black silky hair, and the amazing smile that lights up her eyes as she’s happy and excited. Mom’s laugh is contagious and it fills us with joy, when we hear it!! Mom’s brown chocolate eyes look so adorable, I have to resist the urge to tell her that I think she’s adorable and cute when I see her eyes look that way!! Her heart is full of love and never ending love!!
Mommy! Daddy! MOMMY! DADDY!
The wailing was turning into desperate keening
the parents did rock paper scissors to see who had to go
Jake is four, and he has an intense imagination
No more horror shows, Mommy said
Daddy was thrilled he covered her rock with his paper
They both knew going in there meant another story
glass of water, maybe a cookie
Jake’s eyes were wild.
There is a creepster under the bed! He wailed.
His mother pretended to look.
Assured him there was nothing there.
Told him not to call out again.
And returned to her bed.
The last thing they heard was one piercing scream.
Jake was never seen or heard from again.
I’m trying to unlearn the sting of your name
I’m trying to uncarry the weight of the blame
You love to sweep our mess under the rug
I can’t even remember the last time we hugged
I was always treated as the black sheep daughter
I looked for your love but you couldn’t be bothered
My childhood traumas became your taboo
You wanted me out, you said we were through
My aching depression, you called it the ‘blues’
Til I took a toaster bath and it finally broke you
That was the first time I ever heard you cry
Cuz you’ve been at my throat and I never knew why
I forgive you because in the end you’re my mother
Even if I hate it, there will never be another
If you died tomorrow I don’t know that I’d ever recover
But thank you for taking care of me and my brothers
And I’m sorry that we never got it quite right
Our relationship was always built out of spite
But maybe one day we’ll end this lifelong fight
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll actually be alright
A shadow cast in harsh design,
the Ombrielle I called her, truly mine.
But laced with pain and sharp disdain,
a memory held by careful chain.
The disrespectful echoes now subside,
a space within where I reside.
No longer bound by endless pleas,
Solivance arrived and set me free.
From the broken ground, my colors start to rise,
a self-chosen light beneath clear skies.
Mommy.
You cried like a ghost mouthful of lullabies about death.
Snow covered your smile half way in becoming
To never become full.
Mommy mommy mommy I asked you to
Tell me a story about a ghost cause fairies were boring or...
Because we were a dark story.
I'm sorry that you didn't get to live. Only
Heart broken like your health from smoking too many cigarettes.
Mommy
But you taught me, you taught me not to trust
Wolfs.
You taught me that you can pick cherries from trees and make
Pies. That an angry woman snarls like a wrath....
And that at times... At times... At times....
Mommy. You kissed me with your past
But I
shook off the snow from my mouth.
I chose to
Dismantle this unfortunate creation.
There was no foundation for me to bloom but I bloom
Regardless.
Mommy, I never felt angry at you.
Only for you. For having to be with a man who did not understand.
Did not understand
And a world that was the same.
Mommy for years you have rested,
beneath the rich dark earth waiting;
waiting to be joined,
by a child perhaps.
How lonely you must have been all these years,
I always thought it would be me;
but another may join you soon.
I promised to take care of him,
on your death bed you begged me;
I tried so very hard,
but he had ideas wild.
He longed for adventure, to see mountains,
so he moved away from me;
oh, he was so strong willed.
But, today I am writing you this letter,
and placing it in a violet grape envelope;
it was your favorite color,
and I will bring your boy home.
I promise, he will rest with you among the trees,
his name will be engraved;
in the stone under yours, mommy.
But, perhaps God will give us a miracle,
and his life be spared- oh, I am praying;
though, he may wish death,
for sure he will be different.
But, if God should call is name mommy dearest,
I will bring him home to you,
he will not rest in a place far away.
my mommys love was a loves room I knocked until my Knuckles bruised.
she taught me Silence like a bed time song, and bitterness in breakfast.
Her hugs were shark -skin
smooth if you dont move
but alisia moved
alisia always moved
She gave me her tired
like a hand-me down sweater
too tight in the chest
loose in the soul.
I learned to fold myself
like laundry she forgot in the
washer.
I wanted her wanting
but sne wanted drugs.
I wasent the drugs was
he child and i needed
her but
She needed them.
Now I carry mommy
In my Jaw in
in dreams
In the way I panic in someone
Says "mommy”
by alisia bentley
Mommy
by Sylvia Plath (in her voice and style)
Mommy, your face was a frostbitten moon,
A pale eclipse of warmth I never held.
Your hands were glass, and never swooned
To touch the fever in which I dwelled.
You stitched me shut with lilac thread—
Soft on the skin, but poison-fed.
A nursery built from iron and ash,
Rocking the cradle with a funeral lash.
I drank your dreams from china cups,
Each sip a silence that filled me up.
You danced in pearls I could not wear,
Your laughter stitched to the midnight air.
I dug you up in every verse,
Your voice a hymn, a snarling curse.
Mommy, did you mean to drown me too?
Even now, I wear your hurt like blue.
I bloom in bruises shaped like you.
hello kitty pajamas
fuzzy pink footies
hot tea with honey
Vicks vapor rub
wheezing breath
walking pneumonia
I need my mommy to tuck me in
When I wed sweet Raylene, her hair was pure gold,
And she was the prettiest thirteen-year-old.
But now she's a plump as a pickerel frog,
'Cos she's had more babies than BillyBob's hog.
Chorus
Oh, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Yeah, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Now what in tarnation
Goes down on vacation?
'Cos Raylene's a mommy agin.
When August comes callin', it's pack up and head
To a shack on Blue Bayou, where the catfish are red.
November, and she's in the family way,
And regler as clockwork, it pops out in May.
Chorus
Our trailer is bustin' apart at the seams.
We've got enough kids for four volleyball teams.
We cain't have no more. You can bet your last dime,
I'm taking Raylene on vacation next time.
Chorus
Smiles from me to you,
making you happy not blue.
Friendship we can praise,
as we enjoy sunny days.
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play with her ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
Now is it time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
I make funny--did I make you laugh or smile today,
Your eyes light up with a big bright smile-no more gray,
My day's work is now all done-I am off to play.
We had to divorce daddy the five-year-old said
Her mommy had planted this inside her head
He is uncourtable she announced with sass
What does that mean? I asked the tiny lass
We are angry with him, Mommy and I
A tiny tear slid out of her little left eye
Daddy still loves you, I told her, of course
He got me a dog, she told me, but I wanted a horse
Proving he still loves you, I reiterated
Yes, she smiled. Something to be celebrated.
I turned the conversation to positivity.
She had been through enough, my grand niece Vee.
The Easter Bunny brought me a basket filled with candy
Can I find many pretty colorful eggs
Everyone wants a stuffed bunny and that will be very dandy
Daddy and Mommy I fell and skinned my legs
Let everyone drink but I am way too young for brandy
Better watch out I am too young to drink and will see the feds.
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