October 20th, 2004


Tribute to Moms


When me prayers were poorly said

Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me arse was red, 

Me Mudder! 

Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not,
Me Mudder!

And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!

Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,
Me Mudder!

Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me s***,
Me Mudder!

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i had forgotten
what it feels simply
to Wander,
to Be.
i closed my eyes and felt
the cool breeze
Kiss my cheeks
and Tousle my hair.
there must have been
fifty shades of
green and brown,
yellow and red.
i hadn't noticed the
Birdsong so prevalent
and yet so quiet,
the way a particular tree's branches
Grew from its trunk,
as If they were reaching to the
my eyes filled with tears
at the Beauty I had neglected
and i wished the people who
were Rushing by would stop
and close their eyes
and let the Day
Romance them too.
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