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Mother's Ramble

The wood shuddered and every eye
listened at the stair behind the wall

The door opened and slowly
a black felt hat followed by a long black coat

a black handbag and two black shoes
emerged turned and quietly closed the door

In her eighties she was still a mountain
crumbling now but not yet turned to dust

Lips quivered her moustache. She smiled
uncertainly at these strangers in her...

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dementiamotherpub

My Baby Boo

Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.

There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.

I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.

Seeing y...

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Morphine

All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways

I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause

This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading

But you’re not fading
y...

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morphinedrugsillnesssickmother

MOTHER

She’s the one we could rely on

when things were sorely scarce,

to always find a way to get by

when it went from bad to worse.

 

She’s the one true matriarch,

the gel at the center of all,

never too far away from us;

never more than a call.

 

Sacrificing all she had,

for us, her flesh and blood,

always standing second place

to the family’s common good.

 

...

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MOTHERMUMMOMLOVEPROTECTIONLOYALTYHEARTCARING

What is an alcoholic?

What is an alcoholic?

When I was 2 you were all I knew

I had no idea what the bubbly juice was

But I knew it was good and it came from you

At 3 I can only remember seeing you hyper

Never understood your words were you speaking proper?

I don’t know what happened but mommy had to go

Now im just left here no soul 3 years old.

Grandma and Grandpa are extremely nice

Spent 10 ...

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Drowse

Drowse

When there are no mirrors
I am young again
Sitting in the warming glow
of distant years
The aches and pains
will all be gone tomorrow
The days are long
and never seem to grey.
Parents are in another room
just out of hearing
The T.V has three channels
all black and white
Three meals a day
are sitting on the table
The bonfire smoke
creates the evening dusk.

Another time I...

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drowsingsummer stormchildhooddreamingmothernostalgialoss

Human

Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
beyond predictability
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry

And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay 
in any way I can

If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can

These solutions
so invasive
taking you apart
they take away a part of...

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mothermumoperation

Back Then

Trisha M. Hopkins
March-15-1994/June-12-2013
Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek
I love you mom 

I remember Back then 
When i was a kid
The memories i hold
On everything i did
And the stories my mommy told 

Tucking me into bed
Saying sweet dreams love you and don't let the bed bugs bite
Then before leaving the room 
She'd kiss me on my forehead
And i'd reply with "love you and...

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