Mother...
Mother, may I think and feel?
Do you know our brains are separate?
Mother, must you always conceal -
That which of my soul is different?
God, please let her stop comparing
Me to what she wanted to be ...
Father, must I always be sharing -
Her undigested food for me?
Yes, I sprang out from her belly
Perhaps it was my only choice -
Though I prefer black-currant jelly,
Her purple grapes take away my voice.
God in Heaven, and within my soul -
Teach me to withstand this creature.
As her daughter, I must take this role,
Just let it not be a double-feature!
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Mother's cardigan.
My mother's cardigan
Still hangs on the back of her chair,
A fluffy pink confection
Of kitten-soft mohair,
Where has God kept it?
Where did the creator hide it?
Key of love between mother and child
Who can find it?
She carried me inside
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I need for you to know, Mom,
the depth of my love for you.
I've only begun to realize,
His Mother's Love
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His mother's love means everything
Her soft, gentle touch is all he knows
It
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