Poetry Friday: My mother

My Mother

By Max Duckworth

is a saint,

My mother is a leaf,

My mother is play-doh,

The queen in a king’s castle.

My mother is a giver,

My mother is a teacher,

My mother the one,

Who watches the last slice from afar.

My mother is an ant,

My mother is a bee,

My mother is the guy that gives you

combo number three…at McDonalds

My mother is the bird,

My mother is a priest,

My mother is the one,

Who is to-the-beast.

My mother eats Mint Oreos,

Pizza, chocolate,

Pain, Sadness,

Boredom.

She is water in a desert,

Rain in summer,

Fun at a funeral,

Healthy stuff at KFC.

She watches Dexter,

Entourage,

True Blood,

Us.

Because of her: I am funny (or so I’ve been told),

Because of her I am able to help,

Able to care,

Able to eat a hell of a lot of food.

Able to dare.

Because of my mother,

I am me.

Which is a good thing by the way!

For some reason stanzas arent showing up in the poem :( I dont know how to re-stanza it because when I typed it in word it had stanzas in it. If anybody knows how to re-stanza can you post it in a comment or something like that? Pleeeeeease