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O mum....

your poem also touched me
though I loved my mom
we were never too close,

so I too left at 15
then returned with a blessing,
as all her favourite ones
had ditched,
I alone was left
beside

Since then I have composed
moms’ poems
for so many
an irreplaceable being
not a thing…

moms live forever
in hearts of all
not necessarily to be
a mommy’s child may be
but love of moms is eternal
truly we all miss them
till our own life's end

Oh yes so truly
meaningfully
moms live on forever
beyond the stars
of eternity

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I read the whole thing, I was tempted to just dismiss this as a statement gone awry, posted as a comment instead of a piece of work. Then just on a hunch, I decided to see if there was more. Surprise! Still a statement, but one written with sensitivity. I think you are reaching a new plateau, I can see you coming over the hill. Friends for sure, ~ Gee

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I think you are reaching a new plateau,

I can see you coming over the hill.
Friends for sure, ~ Gee

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I felt every line. You succeeded in pulling an emotion from us that for many lingers without expressiom.

what ever it says
I type on the key board
then the compy helps
grammar i ignore
punctuations i damn care
'tis poetry not a make up SESSION
so thanks to ya'll as per Stan
for bearing with my briefs ,
no not inners
but my scrolls..

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After reading your poem, I do so wish I'd had a mother that I could have loved. But alas, she hated me, her last and unwanted child. But my father adored me, so it was a trade off. I enjoyed your poem.

always, Cat

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I too am the lastest child
thank god
they both loved me
all my living while
sorry all their living while
till their demise
they couldn't thereafter
so sad,,
but I still do adore
that's so good
too

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You wear emotion as a beautiful flowing dress in the wind, my sweet friend.
Its there and ever moving for all the world to see; as it is in this and all your other poems.

Joe

My mind's writing cheques my body can't cash.

let the flowing dreamy dress
not uncover the lower
and then surprise and bewilder
an actor of poetry
I shall continue to be ....
till the final horizon of life
I can see
may be ...
you too may see

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Thank you my sweet friend....clearly.

My mind's writing cheques my body can't cash.

life can tell
money as cheques
at ports have no value
cash may

give it now away
donate

sex is just a passsing phase

relax

the satisfaction is more
than a lure

hope u get the intended message for sure
anony loved

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My Mother still wags her finger at me across the eternity of the universe and fills my heart with Joy,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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