Randy McClave Poems
|1361.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1363.||Looking At You||11/3/2017|
|1364.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1365.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1366.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1369.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1370.||Lucky I Am||11/8/2011|
|1373.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1378.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
|1379.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
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Then He Cried
When he left his mother and the doctor spanked his hide
In that delivery room he then first cried,
But, that cry that he uttered so proudly and loud
Was a proclamation to all, that he'll make his mother proud.
As a young boy he and his mother walked hand in hand
She taught him that one day alone he must make his stand,
So, in defeat he would not ever give up, but again he would try
And not once ever in a loss, did he cry.
The man that he became was not crafted from a father or brother
It was from the desire and the love from his mother,
Now, the man ...
He Told Her
He told her, and never asked her to do this or that
Then he would curse her and kick her and then call her fat,
He told her how to dress and how to style her hair
He even told her the color and style of her underwear.
She must keep his house clean and cook his favorite meals
He wore the pants in the family, and all she wore were high heels,
Any thinking that would be done, it would be done only by him
And if she didn't like it, or observe it, he'd hit her or break her limb.
He told her