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Another Mother

Poetry By: Indie Skreet

It is not that I wish for my mother to contact me, it is simply I do not understand why she would not. She knows I am living just around the corner; she knows I have left my husband; one would expect her to consider the turmoil in my current situation and a mother, surely, would reach out to her child. The fear of rejection alone is not a powerful enough reason to not do what any woman with an ounce of maternal love, should do.

Submitted:Feb 8, 2013    Reads: 34    Comments: 12    Likes: 3   

No desire for her to call

Or show belated care

Or to proclaim she'd been a fool

For never being there

Yet, I too bore the precious shoots

That grew from passion lit

And felt maternal love acute

That no time could omit

Unpalatable questions

Arose from all I had

Inadequate suggestions

Impaired my view a tad

Aware of need to nurture

My own elective offspring

However hard I searched her

All I saw in her was nothing

Though years of snow did linger

The imprint would remain

And clean rain failed to hinder

That wretched muddy stain

Recurrently dreamt mother

Would one day pen a line

Plead sorrow for the other

Who wasn't really mine


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