Mama’s Holiday
A poetic ode to my mama’s holidays
I can tell it’s getting darker at an early time of day.
Welcome the cool season of giving. It’s a holiday.
They say that means Santa is coming for me.
I can’t wait to see all of my presents under the tree.
It was the holidays when mama gave my spirit a lift.
She swooped in swift smiling big to give us her gift.
During the holidays mama kept us in a good mood.
A gift of love for the season and made us good food.
She made sure we had fun putting up decorations.
Christmas lights up with the music. It’s a celebration.
Oh how I love this great season when it’s mama’s ways.
My greatest memories are always mama’s holidays.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (4)
Very sweet tribute!
Moms are often the keepers of holidays..never the same when they pass away.
Wow this is so beautiful ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
Your memories with your MAMA are heart warming 💖✨ It's such a beautiful poem!