mother always told me
i'd understand one day
little did i know
her words were
golden sage...
i'd rather...starve than listen
thinking, i was so wise
my mother, knew nothing
i stumbled through life
building castles
made of hay...
i'd rather...crawl than walk
filled with youthful wisdom
many mistakes, I made
never try to correct me
i'd listen to nothing
she had to say...
i'd rather...hurt than heal
mother always told me
i'd understand one day
now looking at my children
her words chime, golden sage...
an original poem written by Zenith Elliott
on 10-26-03 at 8:32 am PST
Wonderful Zenith...I enjoy the way you write immensely.
My best, Dani
Carmen
boy if we only knew ..
Mama was usually right .
Love Tinka
Well, anyway, they always know more than you. ;) Great write.