Maybe by stella35

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Maybe by stella35

Maybe one day little ones we'll see mother
smothering utterly devious mother
I'll count the hours till we're hating eachother
Then she'' head south, to despising some other

Maybe one daY really soon we'll see auntie
Raging and bitter and paranoid auntie
We'll hide away when she loosens her tongue
The she'll go back to devouring her young

Maybe the week after next we'll see granny
screaming and critical hates your mom granny
You'll play alone while the grand folks attack me
Then they'll go back to the road where they left me

Maybe next year my sweet kids we'll be happy
someone will love us then we'll be happy
Acting like puppies our tails to and fro
Stare out the window when they have to go

Maybe dear ones years from now we'll be welcome
far off from here or near we'll be welcome
Ill hold the baby while you go and play
with family that cares and won't go away

Maybe dear children
We soon will see heaven
Wonderful glorious full of love heaven
No more aloneness or heart breaking sorrow,
Joy will be ours, well maybe tomorrow

Stella 35

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wdt122463 commented on Maybe by stella35

05-22-2009

wow way to real. toutched on a lot and brought it top to bottom with life i enjoyed it and looking to reading more from you, keep going. doug

Drivingczar commented on Maybe by stella35

04-21-2009

It's all too real. Nice writing.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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