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yāsha Jun 2023
my mother shoved words into my mouth
she fed me whenever i cried
and as the obedient kid that i was,
i learned to nibble on every word
and swallowed them as i should.
now that i'm older,
my stomach has ran acid
ーit burns my chest and i would still feel them
foam inside my mouth as if
every word were told just yesterday.
how can i truly love my mother
if she couldn't feed me
when i was hungry for something else?
i cried again with my heart wide open
as my knees wobble in fear
of how exposed i was in front of her.
but this time,
i guess she couldn't hear me enough.
it was silentーshe couldn't feed me anything,
for not a single word left her mouth.
she watched me intently
as i detach the cord from both of our bodies.
     i wasn't the daughter she loved anymore,
     but she was still the mother i loved.
Dr Strange May 2019
Little bear, don't be afraid
Everything is going to be okay
The sun will shine once more and, the birdies well they're just sleeping
The waves are calm but they aren't gone

Little bear, don't be afriad
Everything is going to be okay
Just close your eyes and go to sleep
And when you awake oh, the joys you will see
In response to "a child's voice" another poem i posted on here years ago.
Inga M Jan 2018
she knows it the best
for life has taught her
whatever you do
whenever you do it
do not question it
move with it
face it
do it
advice from my mother
Kaumudi Jan 2018
In my dreams you always live
All my happiness to you I give.

We will live in abundance together;
Irrespective of what is the weather.

Oh , how can I tell you this mother?
Till I become a capable daughter

But I hope there will be one day
When you will be too proud of me to have anything to say! :-)
Dedicated to my hardworking single mother who is ready to handle this huge bundle of craziness (i.e. me)
©2018, A Daughter's Thought by Kaumudi.
Lance McDonald Feb 2017
A love mother
With a grade A sassy mood
And a caring heart
Tamantha Love's haiku. :) If you would like to hear this poem in my voice, check out my YouTube video: https://youtu.be/_425wsr_Hf4
Ryan Nyberg Jul 2014
Is this what mother calls 'the purest love'
when you curse your child like he is no god.
you bring him down and make sure they know fully well
you regret giving birth to them.
that's how my mother treated me my whole not so long life
now that i'm lying breathless, pale so lifeless
she oh finally seems like she does mind.
and still she looks and says:
"what a disgrace! you could have taken pills!
save what you had of a such pretty face! "
little she knows i hear every word.
i hear her sigh, her heart has already burnt
all memory of me and what i left
is no longer alive. she took my life but got away with theft.
oh mother! why couldn't you love me!
i tried to clear the skies above your head!
oh mother! why couldn't you trust me
forgive me my mistakes. but you cut the last thread.
my hollow body's hanging on a noose.
my legs are finally seem skinny,
clothes are loose.
i finally have that light in my eyes
oh, woe is me, to shine i had to die.
oh mother, i prayed please don't torture me
but you had different view on what daughter should be
if only i was loved and understood
maybe i would be happier than i thought i ever could.

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