Kenneth Montfort Poems

Mom Was Always there First


My mom was my first teacher, love, and
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It's 4am Mom.....
Sometimes in my dreams you will appear. 
Your touch or voice I long to hear.
But can't seem to get you near no matter how hard I try and steer.
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She is the soft kiss like that of a cool summer breeze.
Her inner beauty more colorful than the falling autumn leaves.

She has always been here then there, She is like a magician appearing out of thin air.
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Your cute little smirk, dark brown eyes, head full of hair, scent of an angel, skin so soft, what else can I SAY.
I was in love and it had only been just one DAY.

One day,   then a month, then a year and ANOTHER
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Over, over, again, and again.
It's like looking through a massive hour glass but the sand never ends.
Danm its the same game, don't you relize your not going to win.
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Where did you go?
Do you know?
When will I go, or you, or you?
And when you do.
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