quotes about moms from daughters
Attention mothers: What do you think of this poem I wrote about my mom?
MY CAN OF WORMS FOR MOMMY!
Mom lives, breathes, laughs, cries, rule of thumb intact
Long before my birth was my Umbilical cord detached
An empty void where trouble lurks
Perceiving me wicked, unclean
Not fit amongst polite ‘Martini Society’
Ma’s troubling scold, iron clad power she thinks she holds
Shunning my crazy, manic openness
Eldest daughter pushes Mater’s drama queen insanity button
Forgetting retaliation from ‘Big Kahunas’ dysfunction
Madre’s brain rages with worried resentment
Time passes, no communication, no episodes
Frivolously, the wheel turns, crunching raw bones
Grandfather’s favorite daughter feeds upon twisted goals
In her mind to irk ‘Ema’, to quote an ancient term for Mama
The Net, she says, is like a poison pen by Me to Matriarch
No niceties, keeping my kin away
To her deathbed she’ll curse me, a last dying breath?
Make room for ‘My can of worms for Mommy’
No settling, too engrossed in her views to forgive!
I’m gonna print this out and give it to my mother.
Mom’s Little Angel