041611b Venture With Mom Poem by Manonton Dalan

when we are going to market
i do same tagging on her skirt
i keep pointing with my tiny index
to whatever i want, i won't leave
'til i get it; i don't mind about pinch
i hold my crying but tears does flow

i wipe my face with her skirt, yes
that's clean for me i'm only knee high
i see things that they don't care to see
my sticky finger will smudge her dress
but she doesn't mind; i ain't lost in crowd
i just hang in their like joey kangaroo


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i'm writing my recollection about
my mother as a reminder to mom's
that we kids does keep in mind
lots of things concerning our mom's
and of course we remember at
'MOTHER'S DAY'