Mother

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  • Devotion

    Mother

    Mother of two, always there.
    Relentlessly showing how much she cares.
    Young in body, wise in age.
    Always knowing if we had any pain.
    Needless things we got if we asked.
    Never thinking of all we've done in the past.
    Miracle of life she gave us both.
    Always happy and willing to boast.
    Handfull we were, but slowly we grew.
    Never thinking about what we put her though.
    Now we're grown, but still her babies.
    As the love grows stronger though the ages.

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    JaLaw commented on Mother

    02-27-2009

    Your poems are so beautiful. Nice work.

    chadallac74 commented on Mother

    02-26-2009

    What great imagery here... I felt it! Very nicely done :)

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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    Mother 2
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