for my mother


Commonsense and the Child



who ?

your sticky grief

two grains of sand
against your sleep

a breeding shadow with a rough edge
opening
like a mouth eating the s

in sun




by this time you have regained control and you throw punches
aiming for my silence


but it wasnīt me

I didnīt steal it

your beauty

I didnīt steal it






Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 14:20

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Kathy Lockhart
Oh daughters this is deeply moving telling me of pain, frustration, a coming to terms really. A love given and a love desired yet maybe not fulfilled. Two grains of sand are more than enough to leave scars, rough edges, and a chaffed heart. I am giving you my love and embracing you with my spirit right now. I hope you can feel it. Your cyber mother, Kathy xxxx
2007-03-01


lastromantichero
this is a beautiful poem dear lady well done rgds Michael
2007-03-01

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daughters of cinder_daughters of powder
by Lourdes