Mother Zebra Poems

Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need...

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Young zebra
Proud of its beauty
Went away alone saying;
“Let me visit the lion den
When they see me there
All will come and worship me
Then I shall become
The...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Re-Creating Peace

The basket of castoffs is full. 
No one can wear clothes, torn and stained. 
Holes and rips that show use. 
The scissors cut them...

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Puzzles in Pink

Yesterday is just a dream. 
I took you everywhere, 
but you... do not remember. 

My little one, 
you cried and cried. 

We went...

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Home to Rest
(She said, "I love my room." 
The very happy feeling of being home.)

Today, 
my daughter came home. 
She was not crying this time,...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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Lay Down Be Still

I am not responsible, 
for what happened to you. 
You are accountable;
to what happened to me. 
That was and is still a...

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The Goal Post

In the days that follow, 
Christmas...
We need to consider, all that has passed us by. 
The year has moved with speed. 
Faster than...

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After Glow

The pumpkin pie is steaming in the oven, 
just exactly right for the evening dessert. 
A sweet remembrance of all things...
that have happened since...

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Missing Flowers

There are no blooms on the table. 
Nothing in the vase by the window. 
Empty water, 
in the one near the door. 

Outside in...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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The First Day, I Keep

Your eyes,
will be the stars, 
in my sky.
Your smile, 
the very desire...
of my being. 

I will etch your lovely face,
upon my...

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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