Connie Webb


Connie Webb Poems

1. It's Okay I'M Growing Old 3/24/2006
2. Just For Fun 3/24/2006
3. The Suitor 3/24/2006
4. What Is Enough? 3/26/2006
5. Learning From The Robin's 4/11/2006
6. Nightmares 4/13/2006
7. Still 4/15/2006
8. Okay I Liked Disco 3/28/2006
9. The Christmas Wrapping Paper 3/28/2006
10. Cookies 3/28/2006
11. I Don’t Really Want To Write Sad Poetry 3/31/2006
12. The Bone Density Test 4/4/2006
13. Life Really Is Good 4/9/2006
14. On The One 5/21/2006
15. You Meet The Criteria 4/11/2006
16. Fond Memory Of Us 7/22/2006
17. More Than Botox Beauty 1/21/2008
18. Positive 1/24/2008
19. The Smiling Path 1/26/2008
20. Even If I Thought Nobody Liked Me 4/20/2007
21. Eighteen Isn’t Long Enough To Live 2/5/2008
22. Who Will Save Us? 2/27/2008
23. Cast Out Labels 3/22/2008
24. Pray For Firefighters 6/28/2008
25. I Don'T Have, But I Have 7/25/2008
26. Fly Free Little Brother 10/30/2008
27. Anxiety 11/20/2008
28. He Found Another Woman 11/20/2008
29. Mistletoe 12/20/2008
30. Who Is Right? 5/27/2008
31. Knowing And Not Knowing In My Youth 6/9/2008
32. Criticism Rebellion 2/1/2010
33. Optimism Via My Departed Grandpa 2/2/2010
34. That Voice 2/3/2010
35. Letting Go 2/6/2010
36. Love 3/15/2009
37. Time, Time, Where Is It Going? 10/28/2009
38. Northern California Beach 2/8/2010
39. Just Because I Can'T 2/8/2010
40. After The Fire 4/13/2007
Best Poem of Connie Webb

Mom And Time

When I was a girl
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
I wish she would stop telling me
What to do!

When I was a teen
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She won’t let me stay out
Late at night!

When I was a young adult
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She keeps calling me and wanting to talk
All the time!

Now that she is gone
I wish she would tell me what to do
Tell me to not stay up so late
Call me and talk for hours
And I lied
My mom was not so mean
She was being a mom
And showing she cared
Mom, I love ...

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The Suitor

There once was a cat from the city
Who met a fine looking kitty
He said to she
“Shall we have tea?
My dear you sure are quite pretty.”

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