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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short letter to the number 1 lady in my life, I'm thanking her for all she has done for me and all that she sacrificed for me.

Your son was brave enough to scribble
His feelings on paper,
Your son is a genius,
A whole Phineas.

Mama you are my hero,
As I try to reflect how I went from zero
To crawl towards the window.
As I try to hold on to my tears,
Because you'd twist my ears
Everytime I cried, so that 
I'd be strong for all these years.

Mama these words
Are not enough to explain how great you are,
Mama I now feel sane
As i held this pen with pride,
soon everyone will know your name.

Submitted: March 11, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

An aspiration of many, to create pride for a parent through success and recognition. Perhaps you really will get there (literary or other fame) and offer that satisfying extra gift. Good luck! Anyway, on the way there, you've written a good poetic expression of the effort. Keep writing, Marcus! SPP

Thu, March 11th, 2021 10:55pm


Thanks Mr Steven, Your words are what will keep me writing.

Fri, March 12th, 2021 5:05am

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