Hi & Bye
A sudden sadness slips onto me—
just a minute, just hi and bye.
That’s all my son hear:
hi 👋 bye.
When will you sit,
when will you say more?
Eight and nine—his favorite numbers,
the number of subjects I once carried,
until progress flipped, slipped,
pages ripped from my own damn book.
But listen—
I earned that shit.
It was mine.
Never theirs.
They stole, they tore,
but I still hold more.
I’ll take it back.
Grip it.
Keep it.
Because I earned that shit.
And I’m not letting go.
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Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice (
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A beautiful reflection upon achievement and how it can be deferred, deterred, demeaned but never dismissed by oneself. A lovely write.
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You are most welcome
Feeling these lines and verse Fina🕊️🙏🏻
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Lovely verses of reflection !
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Well written, your poem serves as an exploration of the struggle with loss and their resolve to reclaim their identity and experiences. It reflects on the challenges of parenthood and the desire for deeper connection, making a powerful statement about resilience and self-ownership.
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A wonderful poem of deeply felt reflection. Good work!
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Powerful piece. The repetition of “I earned that shit” anchors it with raw strength…pain is here, but so is the refusal to let go. Fierce and unyielding, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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No manuals on parenthood, you grasp, you rasp, and then its past.
You can only do your best.
Yes.. Thank you 🙏🏻
Simply loved the defiance. I always was foolhardy enough to challenge the challanger. Somehow I feel the same spirit here.
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