Sylvia's Mother Said
Sylvia’s mother said
Let go and forget him
No way is he worth it
Let go and enjoy being free
Sylvia’s mother said
Your babies are hungry
Whatever you do keep them
Safe and away from your poetry
Sylvia’s mother said
Both Frieda and Nicholas
Must not be allowed
To go it alone
Life should be easier
And more than a gas
When you’re a mother of
Just thirty years old
Sylvia’s mother said
Put the pen down now
Come sit by the fire
My word you look cold
And the operator says
You don’t have to do this
Don’t cry you don’t have to go it alone
There is never a best way to die
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My daughter has been reading to me from Sylvia Plath's Collected Poems.. If ya choose to read these word out loud, try it to the Tune of Dr. Hooks Sylvia's Mother Neville
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Something for us all waits at the end of the earthly existence we call life. A faith in the hereafter almost negates a good or bad way to pass though we all wish it painless.
A very sad tale from you today. Your poetic patchwork of a life's snippets encourages me to thunk it relates to your own experience. It is certainly deep in that i feel drawn in and thoughtful. I cautiously look forward to a response to my words here.
Thank you for visiting these words DA... both welcome and appreciated.... I may have been a bit miserable when these words came to mind but I assure you.. nowt to worry about... they were inspired by my considering some of the words of Ms S Plath and knowing her background and history.... Cheers again my friend..
Neville
Good ole mums!
A good poem Nev 🙂
Mums the word then innit…. thank you Saxon Crow...
Neville
I dunno Sylvia's mother, but we know a Miss Berles on this site - Cilla Berles (syllables!). Mentioned in my ramblings on comments to various poems. heehee.
You are one of a kind Orchidee…. thankfully, you old Guinea pig you but where would I be without ya..... 😊
A talented life ending the way that it did for Sylvia is such a sad and tragic happening.......... you pen the scene so realistically by delivering Mother's usual worry I was almost in that fateful room and was with every word to the finish. Brilliant writing again dear Neville.
Absolutely Fay so bloomin tragic a life.. and of course it did not end with her..
Am currently working my way through 'The Bell Jar' again... and I do so appreciate your visits, but I know you know that.. and I know that you know that I know that....
Neville
Ha - and I know you know I know that - - dont I ? - well maybe - - (Just using your tease-word I am )
✔✔👍
You just tickled my fancy Michael.. twice in fact sir.. Many thanks indeed
Neville
Lucky fancy lol
The only certainty in life is death but each day we live must be enjoyed no matter what fate is in store for us.
Good write Neville.
Andy
Sage like words indeed sir Andy and thank you as always..
Neville
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