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Mothers-Yours-Mine

An image of a bottle feeder attached to my brother’s cage, his crib - a newfangled breast without arms; only the arm of an anti-motherly technique sold by the public freak. I laugh, loads. I know my mom was not cold. She probably threw this crank-y thing into the gar-bage; replaced by a handsome hippo, stuffed with cuteness and cuddlesome. My mom didn’t use her own milk. The sixties were hip. No, she didn’t work outside her domicile. Life was a trip. Tipped the scales for me, a sailor guy asking if I’d breastfeed my upcoming bundle of joy. Think of that, from a guy’s lips to my ears. So I looked up the idea and,indeed, thank him. Still, my mom always nursed me with good milk; and arms. Her mom didn’t rescue her when she tipped boiling water and onto her foot, so she climbed up some steps to my cry. No cells back then, except your home, all alone; with tears - mine and hers, but hers comforted me while her foot throbbed. I was not robbed of this story, and thus, am always careful to carry water to the sink with compassion and caution. Your mom, did her best? Most did, didn’t they? Selfish, hey! Heard of one mom who left her infant son all night under the anguished moon, no crescent to rock him, no suckling. His anger grew…emotions embedded in darkness. Police handed him to his grandmother who swaddled him with love until his anger subsided; subdued by the grace of God. What kind of mom will you be - will your love blast into eternity? Put aside yourself, no baby anymore. Give quick attention to a son and daughter…adore!

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Date: 1/19/2025 9:29:00 PM
Wow! What a thorough, thoughtful examination of the 2nd oldest profession in the world --- and by far, the most important. ~ Motherhood, Baseball, and Lemon Meringue Pie, Gershon
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/20/2025 5:05:00 AM
Thank you, dear friend! I’ll take a slice of the lemon meringue..mm
Date: 1/18/2025 6:02:00 PM
...YOUR work is impactful, dear Kim. Reminds me of the orphans I have heard about - the first opening lines - staying in the cribs hours on end. Your questions mix introspection that reaches for the hurting child in us, perhaps....but more so, the plea for us not to repeat the mistakes.... honorably, <3
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/20/2025 5:04:00 AM
At every angle…thank you, Paige xx
Date: 1/18/2025 10:03:00 AM
Your poem reflects on the complexities of motherhood, generational differences in child-rearing practices, and your personal reflections as you contemplate the role of a mother. It is written with a conversational tone, blending humor, nostalgia, and introspection to explore the deep emotional impact that maternal love, care, and sacrifice have.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/18/2025 10:10:00 AM
Silent, I greatly appreciate your critique of my poem. Thank you for taking the time to explain your thoughts. Of course, I hold these things close to the heart. May you be blessed! <3

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