MOMMIES

Mommies have to be
So good
Be so blind
Love you unconditionally
With your sins and crimes
Kiss your face
Hold your hand
Wish you remember
What it was like
When I was your mommy
Making a stand
That was all for you
To make the money
To support my boys
My honey's
That were my whole life
Before and after
Your dad's
Cohabiting wife
Through tears and laughter
If I improved myself
It was for you
Because that's what
Good mom's do
When they feel
Their boys could be
Hurt again
By ruthless men
So the career
I had to bear
Was being a mom
To patient's too
As a nurse
Gift or curse
Working Graveyard shift
It's no health lift
For sure
But mommy's what I were
And am
For sure
Yes, mam!

7/30/2014 1410 cj

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