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This is the last Mother’s Day
I get to send flowers
I get to buy lunch
I get to bring chocolate
She is in bed
She is in pain
She is tired of waiting
And I’m not a tousled red-headed poet
I want the gentle good night
I’m too tired to rage against the light
I want to blow out the candle
I want the pain to stop
Until I remember
This will be the last Mother’s Day
I have a mother
Then I join hands with my poet friend
Fight, fight, fight
Please mom
Fight, fight, fight
I’m selfish
I’m sinful
I want my mom
No matter the cost
No wonder I was never the favorite
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My dear LM ..
whereas your words took the wind out of my sails,
Teddy took the words write out of my mouth ..
I sincerely wish you well too my friend ..
Neville
Thank you so much Neville!
your artistry, resoundingly cements
your capacity, to utilise
your suffering and cultivate
something, conducive
to a positive mindset
while facing, bravely
the very worst, life has to throw at us
the fast approaching, loss
of a beloved parent..
an exemplary utilisation
of your Poetic artistry
and I appreciate your nod
to that great poem
by Dylan Thomas:
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https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-30915
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Thank you for this! And I love that you got my Dylan Thomas reference.
Very sorrowful. I know this pain well, it is never easy. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️
Thank you Vaughn.
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