I've been working on a Mother's Day poem for days and can't seem to pull it together. Instead, I give you my shitty morning.
Alone
Wrapped in a shawl of loneliness,
weighted like the draped neckline of
a cocktail dress owned in the 80s,
pulling me further and further down,
settle in the empty vessel of home.
Oh, the visitors come: friends, children,
grandchildren, siblings, the mowers
stop to chat with the grieving widow,
think they brighten my day, and they do.
No one kisses the back of my hand,
the nape of my neck, leans to whisper
“I love you” at three in the morning,
or rubs a soothing lotion over
the pebbled skin of my hot, dry back.
© MCM 2018
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Some days just are...nothing can be found in those days to relieve that deeper loneliness that comes right in the middle of life as it happens!
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Posted by EntheogenFanI wrote this about a crazy girl who I loved like crazy. She made my entire life feel like insanity.
Posted by AllamandaNot in the current meaning of 'dog-whistle' but I think people will like this poem.
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Posted by neutralite[youtu.be] today... was a day. ✂️ Squeak in the music room on this site, that's what to do.
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Posted by MiizzunderstoodWE WILL BE HOME SOON MOM.
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