General Poetry posted March 5, 2021 |
a poem
my mother's daughter
by judester
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Childhood writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad. |
Oh my mom, She taught me so much when she thought I wasn't listening. We were a big happy family with five sisters and one brother.
Holidays were always fun. She would decorate and make costumes (Mickey and Minnie mouse, Pierrot and Pierrette, cat in the hat hat) A hounds tooth bag for my tools, paisley cover for my pool cue, etc.
My friends all call her Mom. She is adventurous and came to visit me a couple times in Tanzania and Zanzibar. We spent many years in the woods of Vermont...just pioneering.
She is curious and clever. Some of her little inventions just make me laugh with the simplistic ingenuity.
I love my childhood memories and especially these days they are a joy to recover and remember.
She used to drive a little blue corvair and I remember going to the country to buy corn ($1 for 2 dozen, sigh)
That one moment was captured as a memory. A summer afternoon, driving in the country with the wind and sun on our face. My mom in her prime.
She is warm, happy and safe these days in a perfect apartment for her. She always has some project going on and reads alot.
I know she misses me and I miss her.
My perfect mom.
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and 2 member cents. Holidays were always fun. She would decorate and make costumes (Mickey and Minnie mouse, Pierrot and Pierrette, cat in the hat hat) A hounds tooth bag for my tools, paisley cover for my pool cue, etc.
My friends all call her Mom. She is adventurous and came to visit me a couple times in Tanzania and Zanzibar. We spent many years in the woods of Vermont...just pioneering.
She is curious and clever. Some of her little inventions just make me laugh with the simplistic ingenuity.
I love my childhood memories and especially these days they are a joy to recover and remember.
She used to drive a little blue corvair and I remember going to the country to buy corn ($1 for 2 dozen, sigh)
That one moment was captured as a memory. A summer afternoon, driving in the country with the wind and sun on our face. My mom in her prime.
She is warm, happy and safe these days in a perfect apartment for her. She always has some project going on and reads alot.
I know she misses me and I miss her.
My perfect mom.
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