Mama is a crazy girl,
my children sometimes sing;
when Mama dances on the table
snakes hanging from her head.
When Mama's friends wear business suits,
her Mama is the rage
of teenage girls who want her clothes,
tie-dyed, faux fur, and mesh.
Mama is a crazy girl
when she says what's in her heart;
when others only whisper,
Mama can't hold back a shout.
At cocktail parties, mama smiles
and politely chits and chats,
while seeking an accomplice
to make a secret pact -
to have some fun wherever she is,
to not let boredom swell,
no silly rules, or performing fools,
her Mama is herself.
Mama is a crazy girl,
a crazy girl,
a crazy girl.
Mama is a crazy girl,
and there's no denying that.
(1989)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What a charming and fun poem this is! I really love it and I love mama! Keep writing and sharing with us! hugs, Marilyn