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by Charlie Morgan
Mama,did you go straight
to Heaven that day? you
haven't called. you haven't
come by.
can't you at least
write.
is your wrist brittle, no
tendons, i know. have you
thought about me? more
than others? i was your
favorite, right? i know
you can't say,
but maybe
a wink, when eveyone's not
looking? will you hold me
once more? this world is
heavy at 62, please send help.
i'm not having fun anymore.
and i wanna come home to you.
i wanna eat that dish that Korean
lady-neighbor made with rice
and noodles. i wanna be wet
with dew, sleeping on the
front walk of our courts.
i wanna feel that warm feeling
when, at 3, i pee the bed, nustled
next to you, and you accepting me.
08/23/2009 Posted on 08/23/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/23/09 at 10:27 PM Awwww I love this beautiful piece. There is no love like a mothers love. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/23/09 at 11:20 PM I think that this is talking about more than just a mother's love. And with that said, I like the analogies. I enjoyed reading this clever, entertaining piece displaying some of the best of Charlie's Wit. :) ~hugs |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/24/09 at 02:11 PM Good write Charlie. No body ever said it would be easy or even fun. We just put one foot in front of the other and shuffle on along the way. I'm not sure we ever catch up with anyone or if anyone ever catches up with us. Again good write. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/24/09 at 07:33 PM Yesterday I had one of those "first conversations" with two ladies whom I had seen and spoken to at church, but did not know. We were talking about the afterlife and what it might be - whether our personalities would persist and all that heavy stuff. And I remembered at my mother's funeral, singing "On Eagles Wings" and weeping almost uncontrollably knowing that she was now free of her lifelong pain and was freeing me from my bondage. Never really get over our mothers, do we? Wonderful write, Charlie. Thanks. |
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