Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She always had a picture
To show me
Always had to go somewhere
I was all about the toy store
I just wanted more

Maybe if I had not been in tow
I would know
Something about a spare tire
I had to admire my mom

She was never boring
And always interested
In whatever was alluring


Notice this’s
See that
Read this
That Bldg over there

I swear
I was just a kid
She lived on cookies
Coffee

I did not know I was hungry
I just got mad
Just wanted to go home

She felt my leash was too tight
I was a child that could not fight
The things that gave her delight

Over and over it made me uptight
Oh mommy you are so beautiful
I want to go to the toy store
Is that all right?

Sometimes I wish I may I wish I might
Tell you of the stars in my heart
The moon followed us to buy cream in the dark
For coffee

these mom poems are great accounts of your relationship
fresh and raw.....I feel like a fly on the wall

Oh mommy you are so beautiful
I want to go to the toy store
Is that all right?

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I left a painting I had done of my grandson
She painted him in a cage
We don’t do that in my little family