#1 Mom

I've got a mom,
So incredible,
So kind,
You wouldn't believe that she is mine.

She has worked two jobs,
To send me to school,
I love her so much,
She is so cool.

She has taught me to love,
She has shown me a dove,
This lady my mom,
Is all good above.

Mrs. Mom,
Please come to the stand,
Present your case,
Please hold my hand.

She is always there,
Right by my side,
So when my baby comes,
I won't need to hide.

by Robert Hall

Comments (3)

What a saddening thing it is to lose sight of one's self, and worse still to change and not like what you've become. Maybe she just needs a new job, where she can wear bright saris and interact with people more. Either way, an evocative poem! ~
He had me right up until take the red helmet off. I thought everything up to that point superbly written and recognized. But then the last bit; No longer a sailor or worker in faded navy work clothes, he somehow morphed into some unrecognizable being shadowed by the wings of some other being we can not fathom. If modern poetry is but senseless words, then I do not care for it. I have sat in the wings too long, and have seen senselessness praised as though some great art form. Alas, I do not see the merit of Picasso either. It's all nonsense to me. The king is naked, and sometimes I fear only I can see. Perhaps I am the fool incapable of siing it.
Such a great poem by the greatest critic of the 20th century. If one wants to learn to write competent poetry, this man is the one to read and study; not just his poems but the provocative things he says about poems. -LP