War Mother Daughter Poems

For Claire Christine | 10.3.211 From Mommy



They say that I'm a monster-
A Hellish sort of thing.

They claim that I am evil- 
that pain's the only...

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Buried so long in rules and obligations
To the earth, the roots have worked. 

Every time a raindrop falls on a petal,
It finally finds the earth
But...

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"The Cost of War through Peace"

She had spent 
some elaborate 
time 
with snakes,

learning
their ways,
yet in the very 
back of her mind,

in her memories,
she remembered
the stories...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like...

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Oh child

sometimes 
HOME 
is not a place
war cannot
will never 
erase

it’s the armour
you wear 
the coat of arms
on the shield 
you bare 
through bloodline

borne 
in your...

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"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction...

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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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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it...

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see...

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"Tell Me Something Beautiful"



You could write me 
something beautiful
to leave me 
when you are not here

Someone told me 
the dead don’t speak 
they just listen...

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Hinged

I flew across the border, with my wings spread wide
Fear, tear and blood - was all I saw.
A little one of four
clenched her fist,
she held...

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"Conversations with a Daughter: Creeps"



Time creeps
my beautiful, clever, daughter 

Weirdos are us 
incorporated 

There's that beautiful laugh,
that beautiful smile

Who wants to 
belong here 

they keep...

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Our  house is abuzz
With Me, Bella and Jess 
And Mummy is all delight
“Dad’s coming home tonight! “

The Cake has been made
The table has been...

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The Seconds 

[Excerpts]

 
(c) 2019, Anita Lerek
 
 
 
Section 1/4

First Generation - Before the Holocaust 

 
Lvov, Poland 1930s.  Mother, you were a...

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 WORD HOBO has that ring of truth as nom de plume. He has encouraged me tons, and with such sincerity, he became one of...

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