YET
The mother, calm and weaving,
had eyes of the gentle morning:
her child, yet, had dark stone gray.
The mother, kind and patient,
had a voice of utmost talent:
her child, yet, lacked that charm.
The mother, loving and careful,
had an attitude that would be aimful:
her child, yet, was much more stern.
The child, suppressed and of wryness,
had a character of utmost blankness:
her mother, yet;
the child says she was toxic.
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 14th, 2025 09:55
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Comments2
A poem one has to think a great deal about and each time I read it I get a different meaning. I love poems that give different meanings.
How wonderful it truly is to find multiple meaning in the same few words; Glad you enjoyed it.
A wonderful write that requires some reading to understand the possibly meanings and message, nicely written
Thank you for your read and comment
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