My Dearest Mommie
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son
I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me
And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved.
I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel
The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew
Warning me that it is about time to go
To leave and wander on my journey homeward
And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories
And celebrate her wondorus life and dedication,
Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day.
Written by Lord Cam a 59 yr. old former calypsonian from Nevis in the West Indies..or the Caribbean © 4 years ago, Cam Morton-Lord Cam
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
My Dearest Mommie
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son
I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me
And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved.
I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel
The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew
Warning me that it is about time to go
To leave and wander on my journey homeward
And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories
And celebrate her wondorus life and dedication,
Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day.
Written by Lord Cam a 59 yr. old former calypsonian from Nevis in the West Indies..or the Caribbean © 4 years ago, Cam Morton-Lord Cam
Poem written.composed by Lord Cam of Nevis born May 21st 1959 ...Calypsonian
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