Brother Mother Daughter Poems

For the day had come
that the daughter of one,
now the cost of her love
mothers youngest born son,
would declare her unfit 
as a parent and mother
for...

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when she made hot coffee in the morning,
winked at me said your breakfast is warming,
I was dumbstruck and knew there was a flaw,
This was not...

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MURDER OF AFRICA

Mother,
Mother of the black race,
Behold your children,
Dead and dying,
Not even a broken hope,
Can their withered hands grope?

Mother, 
Mother of Africa,
See your children.
Scattered and...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Mom,
I love you.
I love you more than words would be able to tell.
Sometimes I love you more than myself even.
It just seems like I can’t...

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Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need...

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Rainbow mommies hug their babies and sing.
They do not force their day, let the sunshine ring.

Happy rainbow mommies paint, dance and play.
Rainbow mommies know there...

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To a Daughter More Precious than Gems
by Otomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Heaven's cold dew has fallen—
and thus another season arrives.
Oh,...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Home to Rest
(She said, "I love my room." 
The very happy feeling of being home.)

Today, 
my daughter came home. 
She was not crying this time,...

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After Glow

The pumpkin pie is steaming in the oven, 
just exactly right for the evening dessert. 
A sweet remembrance of all things...
that have happened since...

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Yvonne was very, very, very happy.
She loved her mother.
She loved her brother Phillip.
And she loved swans.
Oh, did she ever love swans!

She loved the way they...

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I always wanted a dollhouse with Barbie toys, 
just as my brother wanted G.I. Joe for little boys.
We’d wait all year to see what we...

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Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.

Going through photographs...

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