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Mom on the Street

turns
another corner
of tables and tricks,
chasing alley dreams
of drinks and fix;

another john
hustle, smile and wink-
my, how your boy
has grown taller I think.


not since Cleveland
but don't you see,
tomorrow's
another daddy
for this boy and me.

gotta go, gotta go
- sure been fun.
gotta go, gotta go
- watch me run.

stop that, boy...
don't you cry!
you're just like your daddy
I can see it in your eyes.
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Posted: May 2010

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gnj4u
Hi, mmichaelm,
Being a Mom on the Street is no less a challenge than being a mom in a home. you're just like your daddy is something often felt and said in anger. chasing alley dreams must be a most stressful life for child and mom. Thank you for sharing.
agoodguy2have
great rhythm of staccato lines on a powerful subject. very readable.
hedistuff
'has grown taller I think' , telling capture there...a measure of relativity between mother and her world...an attempting also thought, if you would...
jazzy75
powerful write...you really bring it home.thumbs up
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