Open Poetry #1 |
Sane Memories |
Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
(In memory of my beloved Mother, as I knew her as a child) 'Hush love, hush' Her voice soothes Kisses my hair My tears splashing stinging the cut 'Come love, come' Her hand holds draws me to class My eyes staring Shaking in fear 'Rest love, rest' Her touch whispers calls dreams near My eyes closing sleeping so fast . And often now when Lithium and Other Drugs are mentioned when doctors stare and she flees, from them me and herself I remember Hair askew nails bitten wild eyes and broken heart I know the mother still inside |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
very, very good. ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Thanks. Bit of an emotional topic, but I'm hidden by my anonymity! |
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tulip Member
since 1999-07-04
Posts 320unknown |
Severn, I'm very surprised by this poem. Last night I wrote a similar poem about my mother, with exactly the same feelings. It's hard to loose a mother, but still have their body remaining intact. I understand all too well what it's like! -tulip |
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Starfish Junior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 34New Zealand |
Brilliant poem, I too can relate to the misfortunes of your mother, your story is well captured. |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
I'm learning so quickly myself to cherish my own mother while she is still here with me...her health is failing fast and I'm so afraid of losing her too soon. Reading this reinforced my feelings for her... ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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