We all need to have our hands occupied
Mom smoked and the smoke got in my eyes
I cried, but her smokin’ body travelled
And with my hands, I color to unravel
The mysteries in life are a many
But I’ve got drawings. Yes, plenty!
Funny how the memories dawn
Like a beautiful setting sun
All those things she could not say
Were because she knew I learned through play
Because it exhausted her to yell or preach
Notwithstanding rebellion – let experience teach
Therefore, she may have walked quietly
But she had a schtick
I just couldn’t see it
And so, I write limerick

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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