Warm Mother

Melancholic~Onion

 

A mother wrapping her arms around her child

The child sinking into the warmth

These feelings that appear so magical to you

In the moment, you feel loved

Untouchable

 

Life spinning you around its looping wheel

You, who once thought it was gentle

Are now getting spun this way and that

So brutally

Do you still think you’re untouchable?

 

Anger seeps in as you think back

To the hug mother gave so easily then

Instead, she tells you

Face it head-on”

Where’s the hug now warm mother??

  • Author: OnionAlone (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2025 08:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some parents aren’t worthy of being parents.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: Damaso
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  • sorenbarrett

    I hear the message of coldness that some experience but I take another message from this poem. That of the baby bird pushed out of the nest so it will fly and the baby bear chased off by its mother so that it too may learn to live on its own. The difference being one of timing and nurturing care that it is done for the good of the young. Well written

    • Melancholic~Onion

      Thank you. It can be taken that way too, either way what it represents individually for everyone is the truth.

    • Damaso

      A poem that dares to undress the whole humanity in its problematic, where is that hug now? I loved thank you very much for sharing it. Greetings

      • Melancholic~Onion

        Someone has to do it. Greetings to you to and thank you for the reply.

      • Poetic Licence

        A lovely write which can be interpreted in more than one way, I get a sense that although it may it appear cold the mother has decided they need to stand on their own two feet, without her constant protection, nicely written write, enjoyed the read

        • Melancholic~Onion

          Yes it does sound cold but is also warm in its own way, that the child has started their own independent journey. Thank you for reading.

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome



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