May 12, 2024 3:47 pm
in my mamas bosom
i would bury my eyes
wet with salty seas
and talk about how
rodney jones snatched
my cotton candy and
buried it in the sand today and
miss adams didnt
even do a thing like
make him sit in the
corner the way she
would do me when id
hit somebody and andy
white kissed me when i
wasnt even lookin and
mama would rock me
close with a rhythm
i knew well
and hum one of those
old familiar gospels
and read me an appropriate
passage from the scriptures
that i never quite
understood and when those salty
seas dried and trails of crust
decorated my face my
mama would wet her finger in her
mouth and cleanse me
again and that warm
silky moistness
would make me forget my lament and id
attach an extra thank
you at the close of my
prayers for the gift of
my mama
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Categories: Poetry & Prose, Wellness & Self-Discovery
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Oh, Angela-thank you for once again sharing your gift of poetry. You have a way with words that is unique and poignant. Much love to you!
Arlene
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By Arlene Zimmerly on May 12, 2024 at 5:35 pm
Thank you, Arlene!
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By angelacarolebrown on May 12, 2024 at 6:24 pm