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My Mama Is a Mermaid

Updated on April 13, 2017
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Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to write about memories, express feelings, and inspire others through her faith in God.

My mama is a mermaid.
My mama is a mermaid. | Source

My mother really was a mermaid...well, not on her birth certificate or in her medical records, but she dressed up as one once as you can see in the photo. Mom loved to make her own costumes. She and her friends likely made the float. So here's a mystical mermaid story in poetry based loosely on my mother the mermaid.

Playing with little fishies.
Playing with little fishies. | Source

My Mama is a Mermaid

There was a pretty mermaid

who swam throughout the sea,

playing with little fishies,

and whomever else she pleased.


She'd flit and dart to tease them,

playing tag and hide -n- seek,

they never caught or tagged her,

so great was her technique.


One day she came to the shore,

rode a fish float down the street,

blowing bubbles to the crowd,

and singing songs to greet.


The Mermaid thrilled the people,

blowing kisses to them all,

"I love you all so dearly,"

she told grown ups and the small.


How the people loved her so,

they blew bubbles back her way,

she clapped each one in her hands,

everyone enjoyed the play.

They blew bubbles back her way.
They blew bubbles back her way.


When the parade was complete,

she was carried back to sea,

she swam to entertain the crowd

with great vigor and esprit.


She waved goodbye to the throng

with a promise to return,

Tears were shed by everyone,

and she wept for them in turn.


She swam to entertain the crowd with great vigor and esprit.
She swam to entertain the crowd with great vigor and esprit.

The people assigned a watchman

to survey with vigilance,

no one ever doubting that

her return was imminent.


So it was one afternoon

the watchman spied her coming,

along with a wee companion,

who equally was stunning.


Little did the townfolk know

I was the mermaid's daughter,

swimming beside my mama,

and splashing in the water.


I'm second generation,

they say I am just as chic,

a colorful sea maiden

or a goddess of the Greek.


I hope to ride a fish float

one day to wow a crowd,

following Mama's footsteps,

sure to make her proud.

Following Mama's footsteps.
Following Mama's footsteps.

© 2017 Lori Colbo

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      Lori Colbo 4 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Gypsy, I'm glad it feel delighted you.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most imaginative, creative and absolutely delightful poetry.

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      Lori Colbo 4 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you Dora.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 4 months ago from The Caribbean

      So creative and so full of love. Simply beautiful in form and content.

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      Lori Colbo 4 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Hi Audrey, In real life my mom was my biggest fan when it came to writing. I hope one day we'll be together and swim in the sea.

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      Elena 4 months ago

      That was such fun to read. It had to be fun being raised by an extra-special mom like that. Thanks for sharing.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      It must have been fun having a mama who enjoyed life so much. I can see why you are proud..Love your rhyme..

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      Audrey Howitt 4 months ago from California

      This is so sweet--I am sure you make her proud! Hugs.