MARION, MY MOTHER
© 2009 by David Wainland
My mother had such patience
and pride in what she did.
It makes me wonder now,
how she raised a rotten kid.
It wasn’t that she blew it,
I know she really cared.
But her oldest son, that’s me,
grew up really weird
The teachers said, “He’s clumsy,
he never does his work.
His desk is just a mess,
that kid has got a quirk.
He draws instead of adding,
and writes instead of reads.”
My mother said “Hey watch it,
his talent supersedes.”
Some parents want their sons
to be professionals I’m sure.
My mother’s plan for me was,
“Show them how you draw.
Take up an actor’s life
write a novel just for fun.
Be anything you want,
just remain this mother’s son.
All too soon, it’s over
don’t regret what you never did
You will always know I loved you
Still… you were a rotten kid.”
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I think she raised an amazing son.
This poem mirrors much of my own situation; and I thank you for writing it so well.
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Yes, moms are psychic.
She knew, she knew, she knew.
I could never put anything over on mom. :-)
Quit being so hard on yourself