Don Munro Poet Free verse

A Bitter Taste

My father's caresses.
Once I yearned for some sign of love but
now I only look at him as
incapable.
I understand now, and I let go.
My mother's kisses.
I eagerly took them when
I was looking for love but
I took the dominance, too.
Now the kisses and the lack of caresses
leave me with a bitter taste.
I no longer want that kind of love.
I am my own 
love.

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Race Benoit September 14, 2014 at 9:08 AM Sounds like you and I have much in common. As I was reading this well constructed poem, Don, I found myself nodding my head with wonder. Yes to incapable love, and yesss! to love, i.e., dominance.

Jack Ellison November 25, 2012 at 9:47 AM Welcome back after a long absence! A very honest write about the longing for signs of love! Well written with much emotion... Jack

Anne-Lise Andresen November 24, 2012 at 12:00 PM It was not normal that we as kids saw that my mother and father were loving with each other .... no hug ..... no kiss on the cheek .... - A "second generation" - My mother "learned" to show love when she was old - My father "hate" to get a hug. - Touching poem and it is well written Don. - Have a great and relaxing weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)