Tuesday, March 4, 2008

for Mom

She is the wonderful one
Like children and fingerpainting
Lonely delicate dreams were hers until
She gave them to me

I am her wondrous one
I am her child with delicate familiar fingers
I paint and embolden our dreams
I am never alone and she is never alone

7 comments:

Brown Girl Gumbo said...

Very sweet poem. :-)

Yasmeen Christian said...

Thank you. Love your blog.

Yasmeen Christian said...
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Nic said...

Awww, that was so nice. Made me almost want to have a baby, so that someone can appreciate me.....almost, LOL!

Nic said...

Oh yeah,

Thanks for stopping by my blog. Hope to see you around more often.

Peace

braincell said...

mommas girl, she had a gift in u

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

BTW thats me rawdawgbuffalo