Not Every Mother is a Saint

Cliche: the saintly, loving mother, she who nurses every wound,
And cheers one's efforts without judgement. That's not who
He's bolting from, he snorts, as he is driving home. The one
He's known throughout his life thinks little of his choice of lovers,
Criticizes what he's wearing, follows him around the house
To needle him incessantly with ill-conceived advice.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-08 at 00:49

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Sadly I have been there, and I have worn the T-shirt, as the saying goes. I can empathise with you completely. The saying that "you can choose your friends but not your relatives" is so very true. Mind you, after mine passed over, my reflection and grief have somehow mellowed my thinking and I have reached the point where I can thank her for making me the person I am now.
Blessings, Allen
2025-07-08


Mercatore The PoetBay support member heart!
the mother is kind of a trap for the children who seek 4 their freedom?
2025-07-08