Metaphor Mother Daughter Poems

Time may change me
But I can't trace time
-David Bowie

piercing morning winds threaten
to strip the trees of their
orange, golden and crimson gowns;
the resilient foliage
gripping tightly to...

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"Mother, 
             You are my heartbeat 
      ...

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Bits of what we had
Became unstrung, life then spun
Out of my control.
Then saw goodness of your soul...
Sadly cannot find them all....

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he is not human
like you and I
For she is my mistress 
I can not lie

I chance it all
To mount her peak
My mistress’s name
My wife now...

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White Lace

Mother died today. 
They called me. 
I thought they did not have, my number. 
They never called before, now. 
Why bother to call now?...

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My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On...

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like a dog with a bone,
 I
    threw  
            ...

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A spider plant* with many offshoots --
The mother firmly holds onto her little girl's hand at the nursery.


*Chlorophytum comosum...

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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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white
clean shirts
drying in 
sunlight on line
washed in detergent soap by mother’s hand!
our minds nurtured by mother’s love and care,
should last lifetime,
unspoilt by
time and 
wear!

‘Double Tetractys...

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As a poet it’s a challenge to put down in words
What a Mother’s hands mean to a child
But as an adult, if memory serves
I remember...

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We lived in a small room
Near the river
Ammi and I
She said she wasn’t pretty
I can’t imagine of anything
More graceful than her
She would devote hours 
peering at...

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I dropped the vase
And watched it shatter
As it hit the tile floor.
Shards of glass exploded
Outward,
Skidding and spinning 
In every direction.
I just stood there
Staring at the...

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I am her carrots
chopped for salads
to be eaten daily...

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Eileithyiai – she comes to her aid
The rural land is furtive
Death is the epitome of childbirth
This is her tenth baby. Her heart is weak. 
She...

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