She sprinkles her commentary
with spikes of criticism
like a bee intent on finding honey
but stinging instead
strikes hard at the heart of the matter
manages to counter my aspirations
all attempts to swat away her words
are weak – she is my mother
and my sentiments are clouded
her jabs bite, inflame
and despite my apparent maturity
reduce me to childish panic.
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Wow, lots of truth in that poem.
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Love her lots – but when she stings…just hope I’m not that mom to my kids, lol
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Yep. I know these feelings.
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Only mothers can evoke them, lol
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Beautiful read as usual, i am familiar with these feelings all too well, i smiled while reading.
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Oh those familial relationships!
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Wow can I relate to this.
Wonderfully written
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Thank you.
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This was beautifully written, I can relate, I love your blog!
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Thanks so much, Jenn. Means a lot to me.
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Once again, you’ve put beautifully into words what we might never say, especially to our mothers!
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Mine will not read this – so I guess I felt brave, lol.
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