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I hear the banter, shaking the foundation
The little gasp of "Oh, how could he"
The pulsing laughter of acceptance
and ultimatly, pity.
I squeeze my little fingers though the crack
holding each breath as to not be seen,
But I am pretty sure they know I am there.
I watch her stroke her head through her
I want to be her.
Her lips, mulberry wine,
the rouge streaks her cheeks
with perfect hues of peach
She slings profanity like my father warned
only a trucker would do.
But I like it when she swears
I can feel the power melt into the other woman.
I know they talk of my Father,
Who has not sat and ate one single meal with us
for what seems like an eternity.
They make me hate him.
I enjoy the anger that wells up inside.
She sips her coffee and her lipstick stains the cup.
I know I will remember her tears when I clean that mug.
I want to be her.
Her laugh leaps into my heart as if it were a song
When she holds me the smell stays in my mind all night long.
I cry myself to sleep and ponder how my Father
could ever leave the most beautiful woman I have ever seen
| This is very honest. I've had similar emotions because I went through the same thing. I guess it's normal to have disdain for the father and to put the mother on (a well-deserved) pedestal. I like how you say that you like how she swears because my mom does too, and my friends always found it cool. Good job, Amy ||| Posted on 2005-11-22 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ] || a very beautiful poem. very well-written as well. I would not change a single word. you put us all in your place. we felt your feelings. we felt your mother. we felt the sadness of your father's actions. the poem flows gracefully to the end. excellent write and a great song to your mother.||| Posted on 2005-11-20 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ] || I agree with the comment below. I am truly in awe about how you conveyed such beauty and wonder, yet there is that sting of bitterness and foreboding beneath. Very powerful, and with such great imagery and glimpses of descriptive excellence. Very enjoyable to read, I will also add it to my favourites. A fantastic ode to a mother, and also a great message upon the issues included. Betrayal and frail relationships are very common in society, and the effects they can have upon younger generations. Overall, a great poem. |
|| Posted on 2005-11-20 00:00:00 | by Natalia Murray | [ Reply to This ] || That was beautiful. I am truly impressed by this work. I am going to make it one of my favorites. My Fiancee and I are going about correcting the effects that such a mistake is having on her. I will stick it out. About your poem it is an eye opener. The descriptions are great and the ebb and flow work well with the piece. I can see every line. Feel every emotion and touch every physical. I am in AWE.||| Posted on 2005-11-20 00:00:00 | by Silver20G | [ Reply to This ] |