Sins of My Mother

Sins of My Mother

© September 2013, Mimi Wolske

All Rights Reserved

 

 

Heaven above

What’s down below

When all the trees are gone

It only matters to

Those six feet under ground

Not a sound

 

Always smiling

Flirting around

The leaves will bury the sins

It only matters to

Those six feet under ground

Not a sound

 

Anniversary

What’s life gonna be

When flowers live in jars

It only matters to

Those six feet under ground

Not a sound

 

They always say

She’s just like her mom

But I’m not

I don’t laugh too loud

I can get along without

The sins of my mother

 

They’re just memories

Yet they all cling to me

And they fade in the shade

It only matters to

Those six feet under ground

Not a sound

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I wrote a poem "sins of my father." I do believe our elders effect us and it is hard to turn away from. I like the use of artwork to make the point in your poem. I agree with your logic. We can be different. Nice flow of thoughts led to a excellent ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MimiW]

Coyote...i looked for your poem...is it here?