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To Mom Tuesday April 26th What more could you give and then you give more That luxury that was my misery Lets self absorption feed itself its core But you give inspiring synergy A dual purpose to awake the dull Shadows hanging almost clinching the brow Hear the fingers of remembrance call Pry off the white knuckled grip on the now I feel the past grow freshly in the mind Ceded from my thought, seeded to my thoughts wading through the streams of consciousness Views in the netting where our past is sought Turning over these reflections grew memories blossoming with gratitude |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-05-07 16:29:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I recall, much to the sowing of your piece; my mother in ways beyond the everyday package of "mother."
Your piece is nebulous enough to be specific, and specific enough to expand to areas often forgotten.
I do miss my mother, and my father for that matter; but what remains is much as you have guided us.
This is a very fine tribute, to our mothers.