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Becoming My Mother
Contributed by
lesoleilnoire
on
Wednesday, 15th July 2009 @ 09:36:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I look at my mother and see her face.
I know no one can take her place.
We used to listen to records and dance;
now, together, we sit in a distant trance.
I used to cry when she went away;
now her coldness brings dismay.
I surprise her with flowers just because;
now she treats me like annoying, clingy fuzz.
I came over to visit and chat;
your treated me like a pesty gnat.
You say my kids are too wild;
maybe you forget what it's like to be a child.
Time is ticking and I have to admit;
becoming my mother doesn't matter a bit.
A mother does push their children away for years;
I will always wipe away my children's tears.
Copyright ©
lesoleilnoire
... [
2009-07-15 21:36:05] (Date/Time posted on
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