Mom at 83 by Sara Sarna
“When I was young,” she said, I didn’t think I’d live to be this old.” “Everyone says that,” I tell her. Time slows and speeds and passes at the same rate every day and we wonder where it went. “I…...
Category 2020 Poetry Prompt 3: Mother
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The Circle by Dickson Shreffler
Long summer days, hot dusty street,Fifty two houses mostly the samemaybe the carport was on the left… others on the right…The circle had plenty of kids to hang out with…Jeff and Carolyn, Louie and the rest..Some of the boys were…...
Chasing the Demons Away by Peggy Rockey
Chasing the Demons Away Sometimes at night when I was a child Tucked in bed with the lights turned out It would get so dark that I could feel The demons coming to get me Ii frightened me more than…...
Now Hiring: CORONA CRISIS MANAGER by Susanne Bennett
. . Now Hiring: CORONA CRISIS MANAGER Seeking urgently: General manager of catastrophes, skilled at the highest level in the following: Psychologist trained in emotional management of life-changing situations in small communities Provider of health care and preventive medicine to…...
Mother by JM Barrie
Part One – For Kelly, RIP . The fire that danced in your eyes is no more, extinguished We are no longer graced with your infectious, joyous smile When in your company, your bubbly, positive personality And generosity, chased negativity…...
Mother by Tom Mullane
Mother gently she hugged me As my angry tears ran free Her hand patting my back Regretting the stinging smack For she had struck my face Just to put me in my place The tears that filled her eyes Amid…...
Keep it coming by Francis Gerd
Mother, Mum, Momma, Mama, Mutter? Well, there’s room for goo there, isn’t there, lashings of it, a slow squelch through mawk and careless self-delusion, ten, twenty bows to convention and not one to truth. Do none of us recall the…...
Nostalgia by Symphony
Soppy nostagia for something other than BO, smelly socks and dirty dishes :)
Read MoreNostalgia by SymphonyThe Scent of Love by Martin Haworth
Only a mother’s scent. . .
Read MoreThe Scent of Love by Martin HaworthAwakening by Jonne
At home I sit for days on end I watch TV and call with friends I wait and wait for time to pass reflect the years behind the glass the structures crash routines they break a future waits now it’s…...
Mother by Hardly Haiku
Carrier of me Nurturer, carer, best friend You are now scattered… This content is for members only.Log In Register...