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Zywa 7d
In the empty hall,

standing next to her suitcase --


mum waits, and she cries.
Retrospective "Autobiografie van een flat" ("Autobiography of an apartment", 2024, Otto de Kat)

Collection "After the festivities"
Zywa Oct 2023
It is May, and yet

winter is in the air now --


that Mama is dead.
Poem "Nocturne" (2013, Louise Glück)

Collection "Stream"
Shley Sep 2023
Sweet spiced cookies
wafting in my nose.
It draws me to the kitchen
and on my tippy toes.

Mama's made a special treat.
She says it's still too hot to eat.
I can hardly stand the wait!
I bet they'll taste so great.

I hold mama's apron
until she gives me some.
It tastes just like mommy,
and it tastes just like home.
My toddler's little world 💜
Zywa Sep 2023
Flat pillar of salt,

my fixed image of mama --


Beloved photo.
A photo is an image fixed in salt compounds
"Ivoren wachters" ("Ivory guardians", 1951, Simon Vestdijk), chapter II and V

Collection "Inmost [2]"
Mark Wanless Aug 2023
the words on the page
nothing but echoes in mind
mama papa me
for all I know, she is a woman.
her beauty might leave you speechless
she is special, not the only one of her species,
and yet, she is uniqueness.

the wind whistles through her hair,
as she walks in elegance,
but it’s nothing like arrogance.

she embodies love and protection,
her heart is strong and golden.
and she is a lover of perfection.

she still remembers
the chances she didn’t take.
the wounds, the heart aches
and the days without breaks.

she has fallen many times,
but sure knows how to arise.
her strength has never let her down
and she still carries her crown.

for all I know,
she is a queen without king.
she always knew how to fight
and how to spread out her wings.

she protects her infants
even from a distance.
her love is persistent,
she is brave and resistent.

for all I know,
her heart is in the right place,
it carries compassion and grace.
and she will always make sure,
that I am safe.

for all I know, she must be a mother.
and gracefully I smiled,
when I realised,
that I am her child.

- gio
NGANGO HONORÉ Jun 2022
Nul ne peut pleinement comprendre l'amour d'un père pour son fils.
Vu que le Père lui-même ne le comprends pas parfaitement

On ne peut qu'avoir un aperçu de l'amour d'un père pour son fils et voyant comment il se tue à la tâche sans intérêt pour lui-même


Nos parents sont durs avec nous, mais ils sont plus dure avec eux-mêmes.
Ils nous avertissent pour qu'on évite les erreurs qu'ils ont commises faute souvent de conseiller et pour a eux-mêmes, les erreurs sont des interdits.

Si on demandait aux parents à quel point, ils aimeraient leurs enfants, ils seront.
Bouche-B

Si
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