This poem was inspired by a photo of a friend with her son (not pictured above).
Mommy and me
What is this that I see
Oh it’s mommy and me
Looking at me in the mirror
I couldn’t see clearer
That she’s lovin’ me so
See how she shows
Me that I’m her first son
Her unrehearsed one
Making momming look easy
How I love how she squeeze me
This will always be,
Just Mommy, and me
dorothy’s page © 2019 Dorothy E. Young
Wow being a mama’s boy all my life it always felt right she was by rudder and my sail than one-day the death Gail came and stole the sail every since I float cause she taught me how to bail when being hit by angry swells.
Sitting here looking at this computer screen reading this poem my eyes swelled up with water she has been gone for a while still sometimes I come across something like this! (it’s probably the glare from the screen) well I’m gonna go now before I make a fool of myself, love the poem
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Awww how touching. I’m sure she was a lovely woman. I hope you have more fond memories than sad.
Thank you for your addition.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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😊
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Beautifully written.
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Sweet!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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This is really lovely!
Beautifully written!
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Wow. Thank you!
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Hey, seeing how committed you are with writing inspires. Still remember the day you started blogging. Not too long ago. glad how far you’ve come. Amazing poetry btw
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You do?! Wow thank you so much! Wow that good to know.❤
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Yeaaa
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Very cute, indeed!
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Thank you.
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