I WON'T HAVE TO SEE-----IN HONOR OF MY MOM
I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MY MOM, I REMEMBER I USED TO DRIVE THE 300 MILES TO WEST VIRGINIA TO SEE HER AS OFTEN AS I COULD. I LOVE GOING BUT I SURE HATED TO LEAVE. WHEN I WOULD PULL OUT OF HER DRIVEWAY TO HEAD BACK HOME, SHE WOULD STAND AT THE DOOR AND WAVE UNTIL I WAS OUT OF SIGHT, IT USE TO BREAK MY HEART, FOR 100 OR 150 MILES THE IMAGE OF HER STANDING AT THAT DOOR WAVING GOOD-BYE WOULD HAUNT ME, SO WITH THAT PICTURE IN MY MIND I WROTE THIS POEM. I WON'T HAVE TO SEE I LOVE TO GO SEE MOTHER THOUGH... Sign in to see full entry.