Mother's Day in the Big Apple.
While drinking Snapple under
an apple tree.It kind of made
me cry.It kind of made me sigh!
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son, in a lifetime.
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son, in general.
Since the Big Apple has plenty of
moms to speak of..It would be wise
to mention our dads aswell.A
dedication by mail.By sending them
a card, from the Big Apple Farm.
And never forgetting we were sons..
Mother's Day Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010
All rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought 'And never forgetting we are sons' could be a good fit. Nice read. -Baru Gobira