Mamma, Mamma, Don't Cry
I wrote this poem after my mom died: Mamma, Mamma, Don't cry, Lucky for us, we've been born again, From rich moist clay and strewn love Each sand particle together mixed, Sweet waltzes in a time Gone-by, Dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs, Blind Mocking eyes cold as stone, Mamma, Mamma,... Sign in to see full entry.