Mom Dead Poem by Natasa To

I'm regret for the Mom Dead—Today—
It's such sad times
Old Neighbors have at front door—
It's time o' year for sadness.

And Broad—Sunshine Acquaintance
Discourse between the minds—
And laugh, a homely species
That makes the squirrel smile—

It seems so tire to lie away
From all of the noise of Corn Fields—
The Busy Cars—the fragrant perfume—
The red vacuum—Steals—

A Trouble let I am homesick—
Those brothers—and their Wives—
Set separate from myself—
And all the nice Neighbors' wives—

A Wonder if the Squirrel
Don't feel a lonesome grasses—
When Men—and Boys—and Cats—and November,
Go down the backyard to 'Home'—
Written by Natasa To
Pen name Tulip
05/18/2021 @7: 16am