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Raw Remains I remember, some twenty years or so ago; odd? for me to be able to say that. Mother, always said stuff like that, to deaf ear! Now I know, from what direction she was coming, backwards through time, from lost youth to regreat. She would spin tedious tales of "if onlyies" and "what if's". It saddens me somewhat, to have been placed within that calagory, eternally labeled incomplete, for now she breaths no more, and nothing can be restored, changed or laid to rest... like she finally was. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-10-22 20:27:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.96078
This reminds me I'm to the point where I open the frigerator and then wonder what I was even looking for and if some one interupts me mid sentence.............................................I have trouble knowing what I was talking about. And although I'm lucky enough to still have my mother alive I'm reminded more of my grand mother. She had a hearing aid and her boy friend did too. They would be having two different arguements while thinking they were having the same coversation. At least I don't think I do that yet. Thanks for letting me read and reminisce.