We were chatting like most siblings do,

About the past and who we knew;

Of times enjoyed and where we went,

The things we had, the money spent.

But in the chat there came a pause,

Even now I can't recall the cause;

Then my brother's words came quietly:

" I don't remember Mum ever hugging me."


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Hannah Collins

Fri 8th Sep 2017 12:46

Powerful revelation. A poem that stays in the mind.

Thanks so much for your comment on my poem The Letter.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 11th Aug 2017 19:01

Thanks Ray. I like to think there is virtue in keeping the
essence of a poem short and leaving with something that
stays in the mind. Life is so often about what is not said
or done, isn't it?

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Fri 11th Aug 2017 17:32

One of your finest offerings Mark in my opinion . Simple and affecting. Nuances like this have great effects on futures and are often buried alive along with the better class of dreams.


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M.C. Newberry

Thu 10th Aug 2017 12:53

Thanks one and all for the kind comments and for taking
the trouble to "like" this poem.

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Jane C. Steele

Wed 9th Aug 2017 22:24

Lovely poem, so naturally expressed. Jx

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Trevor Alexander

Wed 9th Aug 2017 20:44

That last line made me shiver! Great stuff!

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Tom Doolan

Wed 9th Aug 2017 19:48

Hi M.C. - A very evocative piece. TšŸ˜ƒ

patricia Hughes

Wed 9th Aug 2017 17:47

Beautiful with a fantastic ending.

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