mama

Posted: 05/08/2011 in house of love, house of women

mama put syrup on the table,

she don’t pour it.

i used ta say

“good mornin, mama.”

mama say,

“go wash your hands.”

i used ta say,

“i’m gonna be a big star, mama!”

mama say,

“you ain’t wearin that to school.”

sometimes, i thought

mama hates me…she just do,

with that cold ole heart o’ hers.

then she set a plate in front of me without a word–

blueberry,

my favorite.

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Comments
  1. ayala says:

    hmmm sometimes love is shown in different forms..like a plate of blueberry 🙂

  2. Love. Manifestation of love…

    That is our mom….

    let it be forever

  3. wolfsrosebud says:

    Ahhh… nothing like a mama

  4. I so love this. I just LOVE it!

  5. hedgewitch says:

    It is what it is, and it’s good when it’s blueberry.

  6. Mama Zen says:

    Your favorite . . . usually. But, not this morning, not the morning I dragged my ass out of bed a half hour early to make them for you, no, this morning you just want a pop tart . . .

  7. Reflections says:

    So much more is said beyond the words, the deeds truly tell us of their love. Wonderfully expressed.

  8. brian says:

    sometimes it is hard to find the words…i like blueberries too

  9. Eve says:

    Not overtly sentimental. Fresh and honest. It’s like this sometimes between mom’s and kids.

  10. Mum used to make these amazing apple pies, I blame her for me being so darned fat lol x

  11. Pen says:

    That’s love. Can’t always say it but somehow it always shows.

  12. Shauna says:

    cool blog. and poem.

  13. Bittersweet. I’m glad you got the message but sad you ever had to wonder. I love that you let the events tell the message.

  14. leah says:

    i like the stories voice had character

  15. I love the authenticity in this. It has an honest and tender feel.

  16. lolamouse says:

    Some mamas are like that. Blueberry pancakes can make up for a lot but not everything.

  17. The language sets tone for joyful expression. The dialogue displays character, narrative, and emotion. Wonderful.

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