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LARMES de MERE (Tears of Mother)



Mother dearest, please!
May you never fret
Over me, your first born child
Who is furthest from you yet

Be cautious
Ne’er to do your worries in
But, accrue those drops of love
For never of the oldest were they meant

Save your heart
And hold those waters close for a time
So the youngest of familiar
Unto you they be kept

My own love
An offering that is only meant for them
As I make my way out
Into a cold cruel world
And I find myself free from all regret

What warmth is left
Spend upon my adoring sibs
Hold them tight
And oh, so close
As to feel that of caring breath

Think of me
In merely secret ways
If you must
To further nourish the others left
Securely within your nest

Oh, mother dearest
Your tears were never meant for me
But, I will only think of you
If I can
When nothing else is left
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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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