Mama, come back.
Why did you leave
now that I am learning you?
The landlady next door
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One doesn't ave to lose mother temporarily or permanently, o feel her value. Motherhood becomes so precious, particularly while it is functioning. Poem refreshes our attachments to mother, what ever and where ever we are. Tanks for sharing.
A well crafted poem on mother elaborating memoirs of mother and her concern and expiating for being away from her. Thanks for sharing.
Nice one...good expression...10 You were advocate of cleanliness And made it like mad chase You were shouting from top voice For lifting dust and papers with so much of noise
Unhappy slice of life yet truthfully painfully written and shared. At times it seems she mocks her mother, sharing images of her that put her down. Other times she shows glimpses of love for her mother. Other times she sounds like a bratty teenager sulking because she didn't get her way.. It makes those who had close, warm and loving relationships with their mothers [like I did] be very happy we were so blessed