Mother Growth Poems

When food and clean water linger moments from lips and anything else at our fingertips,

Quadruple consumption settles to stay and anything paper is just one...

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In the beginning…

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The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness...

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  Tender is the touch 
    of her hands
  as she tucks her baby
    into his crib...

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Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals?
Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules
Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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In verse I blend my roles, multiplicity defined..
A poet-mother-daughter, all within my design.

Sister, secretary, cleaner, nurse—my busy days abide..
Dreamer, philosopher, optimist, by my side.

Psychic and...

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I'm grateful for this moment in time
I'm grateful for my wife
her unconditional love, and beautiful mind
I'm grateful for my happy mood
healthy, cool bright
child who
gives me...

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I wish I could bury my self in the autumn dirt 
To die in the cold, dark ground in the arms of my mother
After gravity...

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Different worlds
Different times
Growing up
In our minds

Neither here nor there
Ambivalence reigned
Father ruled
Mother gained

No holding
No cuddling
Sin running
Reason befuddling

Sickness and disease
Chaos ordered in line
Six days left
To leave it...

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*THE MIND*

I know a damsel who dances to the tune of circumstances 
Never believes in the power of positivity
Always quick to claim negativity
Blaming God for...

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Thoughts staggering slowly
Resisting the release
Why do i now struggle
When the past flowed so free

Have I lost my touch
My talent gone through time
Who have I become
A...

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Above all else
A daughter 
wants to be seen……by her mother

There are small big things
That are said
That are done
Those disapproving glances
Tiny big criticisms
The imperceptible monumental moments
The...

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She is like the Dandelion
Tenacious and Bright 
Growing with Curiosity 
Inquisitively Seeking
As She Peers up at the World
Yearning to know all
Delicate yet Tough
Bruises come so...

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I am “A Lady in Waiting.” Throughout the earlier part and most of my life, I have pretty much done things my way, and some...

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