"What’s your last wish?"
Death asked the girl curled up in a dark corner.
"Mother. I want a mother," she whispered through tears.
"You have one..." Death kneeled gently beside her.
"No," she said, her voice trembling.
**"I want a real mother.
One who loves me like a child,
Like a human, not a prize.
Not one who calls me a slut,
But sings me lullabies to sleep.
Not one who strikes me with belts for disobedience,
But holds my hand when I’m scared.
I want a mother
Who doesn’t just carry me in her womb,
But in her heart—forever.
A mother who doesn’t wish me dead,
But panics at the thought of losing me.
I want a mother…
Just not like the one I have."**
She sobbed into her knees.
Death paused.
And then whispered,
"Me too..."
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Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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You can feel the anger and pain incurred at the hands of a parent, the write pleas for a loving mother that they have not had, nicely expressed and written
Thank you so much!!
You are very welcome
We all need mothers, have mothers, some good some not so much so. Some are endowed with enough intelligence, understanding, willingness, wisdom and esteem to give it to others while many lack and you can't give what you do not have. A sad poem with a touch of dark humor. Well done
Thank you so much!!
Such a sad and melancholic poem! You conveyed your feelings perfectly
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