Oh! Oh! Not my shoes!
Those shoes are blue shoes!
Those shoes are two too old shoes.
Blew away to the city dump blue shoes.
Surely not new shoes, those shoes.
Those shoes…oh my soul, are lost shoes.
Yes! Yes! Hole-in-the-soles shoes.
Very lost soul shoes!
Looking like they're on the run for some fun, kind of shoes.
Not quite blue suede shoes.
More like singing the blues, those blue shoes.
Two holy soley, looking for kicks, loving the blues, old blue shoes.
Surely, not my shoes…I’m too old for those shoes.
Today is my mother’s birthday. Although she passed thirteen years ago, I like to wish her a happy birthday every year. She would be 97 years old today. The poems below, I wrote 13 years ago in the immediate days after her passing. Happy Birthday Mom, please continue to look after our family!
Thank You Mother
Thank you Mother for always being there Holding my hand the times I was afraid And lifting me high to see a parade Nightly tucking me in showing you care Knowing I was sick or just feeling blue You comforted me in those times of need Or encouraged me to fight to succeed Understanding my strengths before I knew My teenage years brought so much turmoil Observ’ng my strife you never relinquished Through hurt and pain you coped with the toil Holding back tears with a hug and a kiss Ever with hope you prayed that I’d learn Reconciliation, love and concern
Peeking in presents Wrapped and hidden far from view Did Mom ever know?
A whiff of choc’late On arrival home from school Brownies shape smiles