Anna Helen McDonald

(Kaska, Pennsylvania, USA)

"Mommy" - Poem by Anna Helen McDonald

Mommy -- I'm hungry, Mommy -- I'm tired
A job from which she can't be fired
She can't be retired or even quit
Mommy is Mommy and that's it
With wilted flowers clutched in a dirty hand
A loving gift -- ever so grand
A picture cut from a magazine
An ugly bug -- all speckled and green
The strangest gifts you could behold
Richer, grander, than silver and gold
The love a child has for his mother
Cannot be beaten by any other.

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  • (9/28/2007 2:21:00 AM)

    nice poem, thanks
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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