Ray Mather Poems
|43.||Walking The Walkman Mishap Rap||6/1/2011|
|46.||After The Argument (All Men Are The Same!)||6/1/2011|
|47.||My Big Sister||5/31/2011|
|50.||End Of Term Report||6/1/2011|
|53.||Acrostic For A Failed Marriage||6/1/2011|
|54.||Rose At 21||6/1/2011|
|55.||Recipe For Friendship||6/1/2011|
|57.||The Elephant In The Room||5/31/2011|
|58.||If I Had A Dog||6/1/2011|
|60.||Two Boys Crying||5/31/2011|
Comments about Ray Mather
I am the boy who sought friendship;
The boy you turned away.
I the boy who asked you
If I too might play.
I the face at the window
When your party was inside.
I the lonely figure
Who walked away and cried.
I the one who hung around,
A punchbag for your games.
Someone you could kick and beat,
Someone to call names.
But how strange is the change
After time has hurried by,
Four years have passed since then,
Now I’m not so quick to cry.
I’m bigger and I’m stronger,
I’ve grown a foot in height.
Suddenly I’M popular
Who’s a little beauty, then?
Cootchie! Cootchie! Coo!
Doesn’t she hold her head up well?
And doesn’t she look like you?
Aaah, look at her little fingers!
Aren’t they incredibly small?
I remember when our John was born,
It doesn’t seem long at all.
Is she feeding well, then?