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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.”

Mark Kodama

Mark Kodama

Mark Kodama is a trial attorney and former newspaper reporter who lives in Washington, D.C. He is working on Las Vegas Tales, a work of philosophy, told through poems and stories. His 100 short stories, poems and essays have been published in anthologies, literary magazines and journals.
Mark Kodama

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