Arch-enemy of your enemies
Nor quite good enough for you....
For I sometimes you sorely grieve
Thereby your enemy too!
And when I see your eyes look hurt
It pulls me up then short:
That I have cut unthinkingly.....!
I then myself abhor.
So Mommo dearest, I love you.....
I wish me good enough
For all the love you give to me.....
Unworthily I love.
26NOV10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So I showed it to her and of course she declined the praise, saying only the Lord is worthy of such honour....but this is what I tell her anyway. Now if you look carefully and count the syllables....I agree the first quatrain of 9,7,9,7 is at odds with the second two of 8,6's....what can I say? It sounded good this way?!
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Comments1
Sounds good to me as well. I read it a few of times and liked it better each time.
Aw, thank you very much, seriously....and it is true. She's a darling mother.
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