Sunday, May 13, 2007


Dear Moms,

Here are two student written poems that pretty much say it all. You're the best! Thanks for everything!

Love,
WORD

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Good Money
- by Amelia Titus, Grade 11

Mother, mother, where have you been?

Did you step in a coffee shop,
[God knows you love them]
and get lost in Tuesday's specials?

Or sit on the corner of your own
mother's bed at 4 a.m. and watch
her jerk in the dark?

Or did he put you in the spin
cycle like he does all the dry
cleaning clothes?
[God knows you love the smell
of fresh dryer sheets.]

A smell that used to cling,
sticky, in the air outside
our worn-wood home,
before all the sawdust and
sample bathroom tiles moved
in, their suitcases crammed
with overextended adjectives.

You thought,
"Good money will buy me
a kitchen where I can cook duck
and finally learn to be a chef."

[Of all things, God knows
you are not a chef.]

Good money will buy me
hardwood floors and
a wine refrigerator,
where all good things
are bottled and cold.



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A Rose for Mama
- by Kimberly Woodcock, Grade 6

I live on a small dirt road
On a cozy little farm
Away from the town's center
Away from other barns

Across the way from my farm
Is a meadow filled with flowers
When I lay in the field and daydream
I feel that I have different powers

One cloudy and useless day
When my daddy had left for town
I remembered it was Mama's birthday
So I picked all the flowers that I found

When I saw the perfect flower
I dropped all of the others
It was the most perfect thing ever
And should be given to all mothers

I ran home shouting
With just one thing in my hand
But I tripped accidentally
And the flower was crushed in the sand

My mama came out and got me
And asked "What happened, darling?"
I told her about the flower
And her look was very startling

She said she didn't care about that
It was the thought of the gift that counts
She said she loved me for thinking of her
And the flower didn't matter an ounce

I always loved my mama
And that's the way it goes
Now every single birthday
I give my mama one single red rose!


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StudentWriter    Posted by
StudentWriter
on 5/13/2007
8:32 AM
5/15/2007 7:18:45 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
About the first poem, "Good Money" -- it may not seem like a happy/sunshiny Mother's Day poem at first glance, but there's really so much going on there.

To me, the narrator is a woman, looking at her mother as a real person for the first time. The dream and the perfection is gone as she sees her as a fallible human being who, among other things: can't decide on a cup of coffee, has her OWN mother (who surely had HER own problems before she got sick), and had a history of her own (with at least one poor choice of a relationship where the guy "put her through the spin cycle").

In the end, the narrator is saying that her mother was always wanting to buy things with "good money" to bottle up her feelings in. It was an escape.
means?

Again, that may seem like a somewhat glum interpretation, but I think the narrator, in realizing that her mother has weaknesses like anyone else, comes to appreciate and love her even more for the job she has done in raising her... while at the same time trying to carry on her own life.

True.
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