Mother
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my valiant soul
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins. View all posts by my valiant soul
Gorgeous words, flowing rhythm. Great poem!
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Aww, thank you.
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Devika, I saw the title of your poem and had to read it. It is a brilliant poem, and I wish I could write one about my mother. If I did, people would think I was horrible. Yours is verymoving in lots of different ways.
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Hi Lorraine, thank you for such a lovely feedback.
And I am sure had you written this, it would have been something else. Divine.
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Thank Devika. I just did write two mirror cinquains lol. Sadly, my mother is the most abusive person you could ever hoppe to meet. Or not hope to lol. I woul not wish her on anybody! Oh GOD how I want to write her out of my system. She is 94 almost and nearing death! But she still has a gun lol
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Just beautiful.
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Honored
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Omg this is stunning….
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Thank you dear.
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Awesome
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The gnawing consistent pain and the sunrise smile of a mother sum up the whole aura of motherhood.
Well done my sweet poetess.
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