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The Paragon (Mother)

Contributed by MuhammadShanazar on Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 07:33:45 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



A paragon of patience,
A model of sacrifice,
Clad in clothes,
Rough, drab and dull.

Uncomplaining, silent and bland,
Remains busy like a bee,
From morn to eve with no rest
For the pleasure of husband,
Who often talks to her,
Harsh, hard, and rude.

She collects dry sticks,
And fire wood from the forest,
Toiling up the steeps,
Walks to the home drooping,
The burden upon her back.

For the stock,
She labours on the farms,
Feeds the children from the chest,
With the marrow and sap of bones.
Shields them against hunting vultures,
Of poverty, hunger and illness.

Her cottage with a small yard,
With a few hens, ducks and sheep,
And half naked shouting children,
Playing about bare-footed,
Is her Eden, the whole she gets,
To which she devotes,
Her youth, joys and existence.

In the dolorous work of kitchen,
It is pity,
She often gets herself burnt.

Strenuous labour brings on the face,
Wrinkles deep and long,
The rosy cheeks, fair fore-head,
The delicate lips, begin decaying,
Like too soon withering flowers.

I pay homage to the deities,
Grand, great and reverend,
Who pass away unknown,
Leaving behind their fragrance,
And fruit of struggle to the posterity.




Copyright © MuhammadShanazar ... [ 2006-10-28 07:33:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Paragon (Mother) (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 03:03:15 PM AEST
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This is simply excellent writing my friend...a story that made this reader see motherhood in a new light. You are quite talented.

Very well done
Barkeep!!
Larry


Re: The Paragon (Mother) (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Wednesday, 3rd January 2007 @ 12:29:34 PM AEST
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Oh my. I decided I should catch up on your writings. This start to your poetry list is fabulous and if all the others are even a tad as good as this...I shall be in reading heaven. You are a beautiful writer, my friend. You take the reader to you, to your eyes, your soul. I am honored to make the journey. Thank you for being you and sharing your words with us.
Peace, love and hugs,
Laura




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