Poem: Good Daughter

10/24/2013 at 6:11 AM 3 comments

Good Daughter

by June Nash

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Raised my children, now they’re grown

Husband’s passed, now on my own

Nights are quiet, days are too

Nothing left, of use, to do

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Mama, she is slowing down

How long will she be aroun’?

Afraid she’ll die, all alone

She’s a bit accident prone

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Daughter says come live with her

Didn’t want to, now not sure

I’d like to watch grandkids grow

Hate to be a burden though

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Mom nursed me when I was young

Twisted life, look how it swung

She can rest under my arm

I’ll persuade her with my charm

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As time passed, decisions made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were not always good

None knew why, nor understood

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My daughter’s sweet and caring

Won’t burden her by airing

Petty gripes about my state

Should not have come, now too late

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Gave mom our room on first floor

Husband liked things as before

Children gripe, ‘cause can’t make noise

To appease, buy both more toys

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Sweet dear, spoils the kids

Catering to husbands bids

I can help, perhaps I should

By dropping hints. That’d be good!

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Mother dear, tries to be nice

Interferes, but should think thrice

It’s my home, but whose in charge

Those little hints, getting large

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As time passed, a peace was made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

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Talked to daughter, heart to heart

Began with a bumpy start

Talked about my feelings true

Asked her advice, what to do

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Mama and me now are friends

For way we acted, made amends

When Mom watches kids it’s great

Let’s spouse and me have a date

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Safe and secure on my own

In daughters house, now my home

Never thought I’d come to stay

But glad my kids led the way

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Times were often bittersweet

When mom’s will and mine did meet

I gained a lot ‘cause she came

Though helping her was my aim

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As time passes, life must fade

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Lynn Nash  |  10/25/2013 at 3:00 PM

    Very nice and relatable!

    Reply
  • 2. gigglinggranny  |  10/25/2013 at 10:35 AM

    Hi Chuck! Thanks for the feedback! But I am curious as to why you feel this change is warranted. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the feedback, but I am interested in the reasoning behind the it.

    Reply
  • 3. Chuck Larlham  |  10/24/2013 at 7:40 PM

    June: that’s just beautiful. I will make one technical comment. Don’t do this:

    Mama, she is slowing down
    How long will she be aroun’?

    “down” and “around” are close enough in rhyme for a poem in this style to be left as they are found. Leave the “d” on the end of “around.”

    The rest of the poem is just fine, and as a whole it’s absolutely wonderful.

    Chuck

    Reply

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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