Lesson 42
What can I, as a man, say about mothersthat 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.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-16 at 16:22
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