Aw Ma must I go?
I do not
want to make a fuss
But I
really, really have no intruss
Okay “in-te-rest”
– Aw Ma must I go?
We went
last week and now again?
You know
I’m miserable times ten!
Great-grandma
has a smooshy bust
She grabs
me straight into her for the hug-I-must
Aw Ma!
Must I go?
When will
it be enough to prove to you
That I am
a sweet boy through and through?
It smells
in that place there! No, Ma it really does reek!
Why must
I go and kiss her wrinkly, crinkly, papery cheek.
She,
Great-Grandmother does not even know my name
Eight
years she’s seen me and it is always just the same
Okay Ma –
someday maybe I will get my wish and home will stay
What is
that Ma? What did you say?
My wish
will be granted when she leaves forever? Any day?
I know
that is supposed to sad and guilty make me, my dear Ma
But honest – all I want to do is say ....bwahahahaha-har!
Okay, Okay! Don't make that face. I am getting into the car!
**** NOTE TO ALL READERS:
this poem was meant as a departure from my usual fare - light-hearted riff on some of the little one's
of today - who seem to feel no compunction about voicing their innermost (albeit 'bratty' hence the inclusion of Brenda's bwahahahahaha feelings) In no way is this writer endorsing such behavior:)
I guess I could ask why little kids act this way but I remember those trips to see the grannies and the aunties so I guess I can say we did act this way. Nice write :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I think we all have our memories - perhaps most of us might have been a bit more self-contained about the itchiness in our feet and soles/souls... :)
DeleteBrings back lots of awkward memories...
ReplyDeleteThe power of the poem :) Thanks and sorry Stan ...
DeleteI think we all have had experience either being that young child or having a young child like that. And the feeling IS understandable, I think; but sometimes a person just has to do something even if he/she doesn't want to. Adults eventually become well practiced in this. LOL. A relevant write.
ReplyDeleteyes - we both did hear the voice of a child in these words!
ReplyDelete"hug-I-must" This phrase sounds Dr. Seussy to me, sort of like Sam I Am. I like it very much!
ReplyDeleteAh Magic - can there be grander praise for one like me - to depart from melancholy and be compared in any way to Dr. Seussy? Thank you:)
DeleteI like the sound of the words as I read them..it also feels like more of a habitual chorus rather than a real argument..which will be missed when gone also..
ReplyDeleteOh jacrose - how sweet - lovely that you enjoyed the sound of the words and I agree that the characters will more than likely miss their habitual chorus when it has vanished into time :)
Deletekids just want to be kids and can't wrap themselves around the limits of life... a fun romp through childish pleadings Pearl.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura :)
DeleteA far cry from when we all lived around the corner from each other and it was common to have generations at the same table. While we are all not under the same roof, since more of us are here (in this area now) we do attempt Sunday dinners and sometimes do have four generations. But I too remember being in those reluctant shoes ...my inspiration from Brenda's laugh came to this:
ReplyDeletehttp://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/02/sw94-judgement.html
Oh Jules - so agree ( this wasn't autobiographical) do think this poem is sooo different from days when families lived close by and routinely shared life !
DeleteThis has not been my experience, either as a child, parent, or grandparent. However, I can understand the thoughts and feelings expressed,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/02/03/rewritten-blues/
Oh Elizabeth - not my experience either and your response prompted me to add a note to the poem - this poem was meant as a departure from my usual fare - light-hearted riff on some of the little one's
Deleteof today - who seem to feel no compunction about voicing their innermost (albeit 'bratty' hence the inclusion of Brenda's bwahahahahaha feelings) In no way is this writer endorsing such behavior:)
oohhh... some serious ego-clashing power-struggling here! you depict it well.
ReplyDeleteAh yes another aspect the almighty clash of the egos :)
DeleteIt occurs to me that perhaps great-granny may be prone to complaining loudly about a certain boy's lack of decorum when he is bored to death in her company! One of the saddest things, I think, is to live too long! And you are right .. children of today say whatever they want, whenever and wherever they want! Love how you captured the ten year old-ness in your poem's language!
ReplyDeleteThank you Wabi :0)
DeleteThis is humorous, Pearl......love the "okay okay I'm getting in the car" part!
ReplyDeletehaha - thanks Sherry .... I tried to incorporate Brenda Warren's incidental "wordling" .bwahahahaha .... :)
DeleteThis is poignant and real. It is not until many years later will there be stories to tell of seeing oldies before they died and knowing that part of you stretched back in time.
ReplyDeleteHi Pearl, it's such a treat for me to read rhyming poems. Lovely. Two of my children knew their great grandmother well into their teens, the last one until she was 8 and they all remember. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Veronica - as i noted a bit of a light-hearted departure - delighted that you enjoyed :) On the personal note how lovely that your children knew their great-grandmother. Thank you for stopping and commenting.
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