Sunday, May 17, 2015

Mother Goose

Mother GOOSE

My Mom
thinks me perfection
only slightly marred
by my depression

She wants me to mind
My "P's and Q's"
but I can't give her
Any clues!

She has no guile
Only a smile,
I only wish
She would kiss

Away my heart
And make me some dessert
Lemon meriangue
or Chocolate mousse

If only...
she wasn't
Such a goose!

I wrote this poem after being angry with my mother for most of one night. I think I forgave her?

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