Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Jan 07, 2013

Mama's Boy

yeah

I had you at twenty-six not sixteen
you my everything, mama's boy
fight for you
when she's through

Stick too your music
mama there
when she dare
fight for you
when she's through

I'll let you go be a man
fight for you when she dare
live your dream
not my steam

yeah

mama's boy, always
you my everything
fight for you
when she's through

mama there
fight for you
when she through
when she's done, call home

yeah

mama there
fight for you
when she's through
call home when she's done

your basement
still vacant

About This Poem

Last Few Words: if it sounds like a song its a song, I wrote it while listening to music, if it sounds like poetry its poetry, if it sounds like prose its prose, I wasn't being particular just writing what popped in my head bc my musician son tribute a song to me last night.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Comments

Seren

Seren

12 years 3 months ago

I have three boys and they are all mummys boys lol they always come home to mum when they need something

I think this would make a great song !! I reread after reading your comment and by the end of the poem I was tapping my foot nice work hun.

love JC xxx

Barbara Writes

glad you like it. I have two boys both mummy's boys still call home for something and me there trying my best to make it better or easier for them.
He has started a production company online. he just move out a week ago Myrtle beach. he'll be 27 in April.
He and my younger son wrote one for the their grandma who died couple years ago. he produced it also and sent it to.
He has beats and music out there by people that made it but forgot about him. his favorite annoying phrase 'I ain't worrying about." its works for him he stay focus.

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

So they should sing tributes to you the maker and keeper of their world.
Lovely write it matters not if poem or prose it reads well, take care out there, Yours Ian.T