Mom Prose Poems

I am off to join the carnival
Can I go, Mom?
Can I go?

No, honey, you have to stay here.
Learn to cook.
Sweep the floor. It is so...

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It’s there in the darkest corner of his room 
there where he takes off his shoes and socks and just leaves them
the place that his...

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Sweet corn has been harvested, garden picked clean
Breezy mornings now, ruffling the cat’s fur
Front porch stocked with pumpkins and gourds
School is starting, new clothes are...

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The friend Ray called on his cell phone was named Bob and he agreed to meeting
Ray at their Open Door's church.  Bob became his...

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the phone rang during supper.
No one wanted to get it.
We were devouring butterscotch pie.
My favorite with graham cracker crust.


My mother called my name
Said “get the...

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THIS DAY THAT YEAR
The days I slept,
Are the days I wept.
The days I cried,
Are the days I was Tired.
I looked out for God and prayed,
And...

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THIS DAY THAT YEAR
The days I slept,
Are the days I wept.
The days I cried,
Are the days I was Tired.
I looked out for God and prayed,
And...

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A slug
deep-ocean grey
a little curled
and a little dry
lay on the bathroom floor
deathly still
I bent down
and gently picked it up
carrying it out to the garden
I placed...

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by sun-kissed shoreline 
patiently I cast my line
waiting for a catch


Fishing was my family’s go-to, inexpensive recreational sport.  Many weekends were spent at the...

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What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood?

Not the familiar cookie cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends....

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mother needed a new stove
everyone had white stoves in the sixties
it was the approved color

appliance store up town received a sample stove
it was painted a...

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I found it behind an old work bench, water stained and curled on the corners, looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. But like in...

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Once upon a time, there were two little villages, Rowling and Tolkien, that lived in peace with each other.  Rowling and Tolkien had many,...

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Dear Mom.

It's been just over 25 years since your passing.
I often think of the time when I and my little family
moved within a couple of...

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His wise council and kind patience bolstered my resolve
to overcome my youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve.
His humanity may have saved my life. His memory...

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