Lesson 42

What can I, as a man, say about mothers
that could ring true and not condescend?

What can I, as a son, say about my mother
that could spark joy? Not a mere sentiment.

The poem I wish to write for her
has to be lived. And I have lived it since
she gave me the gift of life. Each rhyme

is every time I’ve made her eyes mist
with joy. Each smile I’ve produced is
a sly metaphor. And the ending will

be when I’ve made her proudest. Till then
I write my poem by building her her bliss.




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Written on 2024-11-16 at 16:22

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You are so fortunate to have such a lovely relationship. Blessings, Allen
2024-11-18


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2024-11-18