Mother (Remove filter)
Make Mama Cry
When they say to stay gold
Is it for bright days to sit between your ears?
All the cotton clouds, two or three, right there?
Or is it to find strength for your arms to pull you over the mossed edge?
Mama cried after every light accomplishment
Whether it be reinstated love or you set a day aside for treks and hikes
Or graduated from University
You seen Mama cry when t...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 4:06 am
The hurt of remembrance
Tuesday 7th September 2021 11:10 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Atkinson on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 25 of 230: UBUD
2 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Beacon.
6 hours ago
Julian (Admin) on Remembering
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Look At Me
7 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Evergreen
11 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Beacon.
11 hours ago
Arrianna on Look At Me
12 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Beacon.
12 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Flash in the Pan
13 hours ago
David RL Moore on And Dante
18 hours ago