Analysis of Mama, mama my dear
These words I would say
If beyond the grave
I could speak
To she who life me gave.
Life for her was no picnic
Hell more than heaven.
Up starting breakfast
And fires to warm our home.
Before husband or children.
She had a quiet cup of tea
Made coffee and pancakes
Set the table and bacon on.
These were the days of my mom.
Winter, Summer, or Spring
Until the Lord her final toll rang.
We all gathered to listen,
To hear the noise from her kitchen.
None came except the blackened hearse.
We all followed her to the Cemetery.
Silence save for the grumbling of hungry souls.
Wake came lonely and lean, no Mama to feed.
Scheme | XAXA XBXX BCXX XXXBB XCXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111 10101 111 111111 110111 11110 11010 01011101 0110110 11010111 11001 10100101 1001111 101011 010101011 1110110 11011010 11010101 1110010100 101101001101 11100111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 594 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 5, 4 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on September 06, 2018
Modified on March 05, 2023
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