Poem -
A mother...
Your love for us grew dormant,Ā
Further upon our reach.Ā
Your shadow stayed the same,
Whilst your reflectionĀ
Your reflection became disguised,
Unable to identify.
The bruises and marks our souls cannot repairĀ
Only a mother could heal,Ā
But no where to be seen.Ā
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Comments
Beautiful and powerful great first write x
Only recently got into writing so this means a lot, thank youĀ
This is so sad yet very well expressed, Shanwalshy.
Hopefully this is merely speculative on your part, not autobiographical, and you were fortunate enough to have a loving, caring mother.
A melancholy musing for sure!
~Dean Kuch
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Sadly yes Dean. This is 100% autobiographical. Although I am new to writing I want my poems to somewhat come into contact with my own life, my own feelings, what I see. I want people to either relate or somewhat be able to feel what this poem is about and if I succeeded on doing so, then great!
I appreicate you taking your time to read my poem ?
Another arrow from a quill. I look forward to your developing Voice.