Sad, but I thank you for sharing this poem. I never got along so well with my mother. We are just now getting along, and I feel farther apart. Family is tough, for any side, but remember to keep going and carve your name on this stone before you leave. And leave naturally when nature is ready to harvest. I wish you the best of luck, thank you for sharing this poem.
As I read this, I felt it stick in my throat. Not like I had caught a piece of popcorn, but like somebody was trying to cram a cornfield down my throat. There is no pain that we as human beings can experience that is worse than that shown here. To continue on, may or may not have been your choice - we do not know, but I cannot help but believe there were others involved - and I think we all wish we could offer them our thanks for that.
I liked the way you ended it...
Quite sad but that's life.. I have quite a similar piece like this with the title- "I miss you mom!"
But this is very emotional and deep...I loved it :)
interesting, clean it up some dear. put conclusion so certain sentences and bring the gleam out in this diamond...your words and feeling are there and profound, work from there....Nice work
This poem speaks to me. I lost my mother when i was younger and i always wonder how it would be with her in my life instead of my evil step mothers. i love this poem.
What difference a day makes. I felt that way yesterday but not today..maybe tomorrow. Thank God we can wite it down and get rid of it for a little while. Very much full of truth and feeling. Well said.
F*cking ouch. Perhaps this one hits a little close to home for me. Sorry 'bout the language. It's deeply desperate feeling, and full of regret. Biting, hard hitting, heart wrenching. Great work.
Sad, but I thank you for sharing this poem. I never got along so well with my mother. We are just now getting along, and I feel farther apart. Family is tough, for any side, but remember to keep going and carve your name on this stone before you leave. And leave naturally when nature is ready to harvest. I wish you the best of luck, thank you for sharing this poem.
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