My Mother, a poem written by Mark Kodama at Spillwords.com

My Mother

My Mother

written by: Mark Kodama

 

Ring. Ring. It’s someone on my cell.
It is my mother; I can tell.
Excuse me. I must take this call.
To ignore her will be my fall.
I am sure she has some advise,
Regarding my faults or a vice.

“This is your mother on the phone.
I have a book you have to own.
It’s Speak the Language of Success.
Don’t repeat yourself.”

“This book will aid your working life,
Improve relations with your wife.
It’s Speak the Language of Success.
And don’t repeat yourself.”

“I am about to go and leave
Don’t forget to peruse and read.
Speak the Language of Success.
Remember: Don’t repeat yourself.”

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