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Momma stooped down low
And picked him back up
Always, always took him back

I wish I never heard the stories
The old ladies told on the porch
Of the horrible things
She shooed away with the tears

When she wiped off his dirty knees
Never asking where he got them
I watched it swirl down the drain
But the grime never quite disappeared

I watched it grow
The lake of filth that never left
Always, always on my mind
Why couldn’t Momma see it?

I did, I told him to answer for it
Answer the prayers he sent to her
When surely those knees stumbled home
I told him Momma can’t absolve you

Washed away clean, second chance
Don’t keep wasting them away
But he knows, I know
Momma will never run of out them

I walked out, Momma left behind
He left disgraced, as should be
Made a home for myself, populated it
And surely it was me
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Momma

Contributed by Chamaron on Sunday, 1st August 2010 @ 02:12:42 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Crawling back on dirtied knees
Momma stooped down low
And picked him back up
Always, always took him back

I wish I never heard the stories
The old ladies told on the porch
Of the horrible things
She shooed away with the tears

When she wiped off his dirty knees
Never asking where he got them
I watched it swirl down the drain
But the grime never quite disappeared

I watched it grow
The lake of filth that never left
Always, always on my mind
Why couldn’t Momma see it?

I did, I told him to answer for it
Answer the prayers he sent to her
When surely those knees stumbled home
I told him Momma can’t absolve you

Washed away clean, second chance
Don’t keep wasting them away
But he knows, I know
Momma will never run of out them

I walked out, Momma left behind
He left disgraced, as should be
Made a home for myself, populated it
And surely it was me
Who came home with dirty knees

Copyright Â© Chamaron ... [ 2010-08-01 02:12:42]
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Re: Momma (User Rating: 1 )
by yvonxsmeets on Sunday, 1st August 2010 @ 12:52:37 PM AEST
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very good writing
i like it, thanks for sharing

Re: Momma (User Rating: 1 )
by DoubleS on Monday, 2nd August 2010 @ 03:16:51 PM AEST
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cool write

Re: Momma (User Rating: 1 )
by I_Am_Not_A_Poet on Sunday, 8th August 2010 @ 09:17:05 AM AEST
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lol, sounds leik someone has an Oedipus complex

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