Shadow of a smile, whisper of a touch, undulation beneath a stretched belly skin
Birth in movement, a tiny finger clutch, the color of love erase all that's been
Memory's rainbows fade washed in rains of time
Cutting teeth bite a nursing breast sublime
Maternal blood drawn from a fountain of milk offered
Small fists of rage demand what is not proffered
Parental shells discarded as unwanted trash
Reeducated minds now only call for cash
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The way you captured love, time, and change in so few lines is incredible. Beautifully written!
Thank you so much Salvia your reads are always most appreciated and your kind words of praise are most valued
A celebration of motherhood while reflecting on the sacrifices of parenthood and the pain of love that may end in distance or rejection.
Thank you Soheil you have captured it well nature has her ways of creating and then severing bonds so as to leave an opening for the cycle to create anew. I deeply appreciate your reads and interpretations my friend
You are welcome.
What a devastating poem, Soren. That sharp reversal from complete devotion to cold entitlement hits terribly hard...especially because I have seen families arrive at precisely this kind of estrangement. Brilliantly constructed, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much for the review Tristan I always look forward to your comments in that they are well thought out and offer not only insight into the meaning of the poem itself but often other perspectives as well. Thanks so much my friend
This poem feels raw and unflinching, tracing the arc from tenderness and creation into something more strained and disillusioned. The contrast between nurturing imagery and the harder emotional turn at the end gives it a powerful, almost unsettling resonance.
Thanks Thomas your poetic insight is most appreciated and highly anticipated. You are most appreciated my friend
a deep and thoughtful piece my friend and a fav
Thanks so much Norman I appreciate your read and comment.
most welcome friend
Bloody children, it's like they're born on the Monday and by Friday they want the car keys, car, money, and don't wait up for me I'll not be back tonight.
Okay, just realised that was me.
Thanks Paul you realized what I did that I was speaking of myself as well and the cycle goes on. Your words are appreciated
I could write a poem called '' lost memories ''...But I don't rememeber anymore ...
Thanks Lorenz Appreciate the read lost memories would be for getting but for getting what I don't remember.
thank you for your therapeutic understanding !
Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi it's appreciated
Even some of Histories most Evil Dictators had Mothers and Friends Drooling over them.
'Oh , Such a Lovely Baby'. 🍼👶
Good One.
Thank you Kevin for your read and comment it is most appreciated. Yes it is hard to believe that anyone is evil at birth.
Which reminds us of the age old Question: Are we Born Evil, Or become Evil?
That is a can of worms that we will not sort out today my friend
Very well done!
Thank you so much for your read and kind words of support they are deeply appreciated my friend
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