The Mom Poem Poem by Claude Davis III
The Mom Poem
Rating: ★5.0
There you stand
Across the room.
With a broom
In your hand.
You work all morning.
Clean all evening.
Sleep all night.
Thats your day, right?
Its not always like that.
But you deserve a rest.
For my mom,
She will get only the best.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
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4/24/2024 3:29:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Class poetry all done by a fine hand love duncan X