My hippie skirt floats in the occasional winds
and behind me the girl, that is growing up so fast
the material in her face, and her hands pushing it back
as it descends, she smiles a comfortable smile
my hippie bag, vintage as it was sold
it is beautiful, and built with character
spirtitual, and bright, releasing some hope in people
yet, it seems to be getting old
My hemp sandals, comfortable and nicely worn
with my pretty, bright red toe-nails
walking through this storm of staring people
and on the corner of this street, a man blows a horn rather off beat
he stops to smile, nod his head with a hello
we pass him and he stares, with happiness in his eyes
as the little girl behind me tips him a surprise, in that case of his
and I remember those days of the music I played, on the indian drums
The little one, I hold relaxed in my arms
stares at all there is, on this busy crowded street
into the shops, and down at his feet, his shoes are new
and, he doesn't seem to like their feeling, he waddles them all over
then there is the other little one, holding onto her hand
he jumps along the bricks, and the sidewalk that is grand
he smiles at all the people, that pass him bye, looking rather pleasent
in his clipped on rasta tie, handing out some waves, to the girls
I mess with his hair, in my free hand, without the baby
he squints his eyes at me, shaking his head back and forth
escaping my hands reach, and saying the words from a kid, tormented from their mom
he gets back with the little girl, brown curles below her shoulders, takes her hand
we enter the store of the wonderful smell, the beautiful clothes, jewlrey as well
I ask them not to touch, they ignor my word
I glare into their eyes, and my face they sure have heard
so they follow all my footsteps, right under both my feet, looking around wide-eyed
a happy hello, from the longtime friend
who asks how I'm doing, and smiles in the end
and I respond to him, as well as the nature offers me
and he laughs, looking at my children seeing I'm full and quite busy
Then I sigh another instant reply
Talking the way I do when I'm ....
Smiling into each one of their eyes
mentioning how I don't mind, their little smiles, and eyes that shine
So while I am their Mom, and they ask me all these questions
get into things they aren't supposed too
and make mistakes everywhere they go
I attempt to teach them, all they need to know, on how to be good people
and they seem to get the flow
Please tell me what you think
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This is very good i love how you took a trip t the future
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i love how descriptive you are with this
and the whole mother and kids writing idea is great
this is a lovely poem
thanks for sharing this
keep writing!!!
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Cute poem. Well laid out.
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Great
I love how your poem shows that no matter how much the mother is ignored by her children, she still tries. We can teach them everything, but it is there choice to be good people as well. I love how the mother and little girl are both kind to everyone, and the little boy is flirting with the young girls. The only thing that confuses me though is that you don't really describe what the peom is really about until the end of the peom, which in some situations is great, but not always. Maybe you could try and include a little more on the teaching of her children to be good people, and not so much on what is going on around them. The peom is very good though, and I enjoyed reading it, it left a good image in my mind. Thank you for the great poem and keep up the good work!
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Wonderful
rhythm and rhyme...I enjoyed this, and the background is Beautiful. Thanks again my friend for sharing, keep up the good work.
Ephiphany
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I fergot to give you the applause
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OMG THAT WAS AWESOMENESSNESS AWESOME! I LURVED IT! omg
*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP...* ^three years later^ "CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* CHEEYA -
OH MY GOD MARY!!!!!
its soooo grea tits got great flow and amazing rhythm
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