Michelle of Poefusion keeps coming up with words for Friday Five that strike a chord with all of us, though often different chords. Thank you, Michelle, for whether the words that pour out in oure responses are well put together or rough and tattered, they all come from within and emotions are released — a very good thing. Check them all out, follow the link above.
shell – comic book – discarded soapbox – rubber soles – postcard
Old News, Mom
Wear rubber soles,
she admonished
and he smiled outwardly
and shook his head inwardlyOld news, Mom.
He saw her only as a shell
of the woman she was,today she may as well be
perched on a discarded soapbox,her words
as worthless as rubber gloves
worn to push a button on a dishwasher,as worthless as a comic book
devoid of recognizable images,as worthless as a postcard
addressed to no oneall, tossed into the trash
with banana peels and coffee groundsand tears of days unmet.
MeeAugraphie
05/23/08
I don’t know where this stuff comes from….
Your poem struck a chord with me although I wasn’t prompted to write about this subject, which hits close to home. My mother has a form of dementia that comes within the Altzheimer’s spectrum. This is something that is going to touch more and more of us.
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I see a typical teenager who doesn’t think his Mom knows anything.
He’ll learn the truth someday.
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It’s a hard lesson, but I think such rebellion is an important part of growing up, finding your own personality. In most cases, it’s a temporary time, and they soon appreciate their moms again.
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when is it i wonder,, when we go from viewing our mothers just as you have described here,, to wanting their love more than anything??? and why then,, is it always too late???
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My mom and I are in the midst of working on our relationship but, we still don’t really see eye to eye yet. I am pleased that we are trying though. I guess starting somewhere is the key. Nice poem, Marcia. Have a nice day.
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This is a powerful piece struck with inner agonies!
Gemma
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makes me wanna cry… got a 19 yr old, who sometimes looks at me w/that rolling eye … geez, mom… tho i can laugh as well… it is hard to let go of those big hands whose little hands once held mine with such security and now… well, he stopped holding my hand but does give me a good pat now and then
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