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When I was wee,
Me mum, she had typing speed…
And the bedtime stories she would read
Were fairies and goblins
That she believed
Would make us rich and famous
Beyond our dreams
Rejection came quite hard at first
She just could not believe
That her stories of great tenderness
Had not been well received
“Who the hell are you?” she thought,
Just moneymen and thieves
“I bleed each time I read of this,
That you think I’m no good!”
Now, me mum
She’s 85…and laughs about
The times she cried
Her children love
Their bed time stories
Of timeless hope
And freedom’s glory…
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2007-12-16 04:12:43 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
If this is a true story, she gave you more than love; you inherited her talent as well. This poem has a wonderful rhythm and the two final trochees sum it up in a virtual drumbeat. One of your best.
2007-12-16 04:32:23 · answer #1 · answered by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7 · 4⤊ 0⤋
Nice TD. At least your mom does not hold her head down in her hands and sob wondering where she went wrong, like Stooges mom does daily.
2007-12-16 05:42:13 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Aren't you supposed to talk about passing these stories down to your own kids or something?
2007-12-16 06:18:11 · answer #3 · answered by Dancing Bee 6 · 1⤊ 1⤋
Aw.... that's just beautiful and yet a lesson...The trials we go through will not stop us from trudging on!
2007-12-16 05:00:25 · answer #4 · answered by Reenie: Mom of Marine 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
"me mum"...sounds like she gave you feelings and laughter. Things to treasure.
2007-12-16 04:26:55 · answer #5 · answered by Lady Annabella-VInylist 7 · 3⤊ 0⤋
Very Good,Thank You.
2007-12-16 04:21:05 · answer #6 · answered by msgtpepper 3 · 3⤊ 2⤋
I liked it.
2007-12-16 04:27:21 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 3⤊ 0⤋
Awww...I love it!! That is so sweet!
2007-12-16 04:33:19 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 3⤊ 0⤋