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The comfiest human bed warmer I ever had,
My fundamental tutor of the good and the bad,
The original storyteller in my bedtime tantrums,
The resident photographer of my birthday albums.

The accidental magician who tricked me out of my worries,
A sympathetic dictator who scolds but allows my fancies,
My biased talent manager who always tells me I'm the best,
The loudest cheerleader who puts to shame all the rest.

The world's underrated chef cooking heavenly meals,
Our unpaid laundry lady worrying over water bills,
The overqualified nurse never leaving her patient,
Our top-notch budget analyst negotiating every payment.

The random gardener, she can grow anything with ease,
Our talkative historian, she stops recalling only if we say please,
The uncanny philosopher, we've learned a lot from her,
The lost and found administrator, tracking things hidden anywhere.

The most efficient multitasker I've ever known,
My trustworthy adviser who knows me down to my bones,
A tough fighter who keeps winning her every battle,
My life's co-creator and this world's greatest mother.
Happy Mother's Day!
Sad sad girl
When will you smile?
Sad sad girl
When will you laugh?
Sad sad girl
Does your cheek not crinkle?
Do your lips not widen?
Do your eyes not wrinkle?
Sad sad girl
Are you not tired?
Are you not done?
Is it not enough?
Sad sad girl
Do you not miss being happy?
Is your heart not tired?
Is your mind not uneasy?
Sad sad girl
Is he worth it?
"Yes"
Are you sure?
"Yes"
Okay then
Sad sad girl
I hope you'll be fine
I hope you'll smile
I hope you'll laugh
Sad sad girl
Chin up
Wipe your tears
Pretend to be fine
No one will know the difference
And maybe one day you'll believe it too
And you'll be fine
We were both impressed enough
At least our eyes were saying so
I asked her where she was going
For some reason she didn’t know

I wonder what you are really like
Is there any faith in what you know
I wonder if you are even aware
You went the wrong way long ago

You have no idea
No idea if you're gonna stay
And I'm so weird
You're gonna walk away

She tried to be everything that’s good
It makes it hard to face the truth
It’s easier to say I forgive you all the time
And only think about the games of youth

I noticed she was still looking at me
She had no idea how my mind just exploded
The entire thought was like a shot of whiskey
It went down hard but now my heart is loaded

You have no idea
No idea if you're gonna stay
But I know
You're gonna walk away
Cats and the Office of Prime

With the dignity of an abbess the cat
Enthrones herself upon the morning fence
To welcome with due solemn liturgies
The daily rising of the given sun

Her slow lavabo accomplished, she turns
Offering the peace of Cat to the assembly:
The lesser cats, the even lesser dogs
The night-chilled lawn, the dewy leaves, the light

She blinks her blessings there upon the day

     And all is complete

When happy children then come out to play
Magnitude in heart
Obliging warmth
Teaching good
Healing pains
Endless concern
Radiant woman

She is **MOTHER
!
No pure love  like  Mother's Love !
do not hold
hands that do not fear
losing yours.
 May 2017 aisyahaffandey
lauren
the women on my father's side of the family are quiet
they are traditionalists, rooted in the ways of the women who came before them
i have watched them shrink before the voices of men
wilting like flowers do when the nights are longer than expected
it is not their fault
they have not been taught any differently
the women on my father's side of the family are small
delicate bones and feet made for tip toeing around hushed rooms
voices made for apologizing for things that they can not control
their lineage traces its way back through generations
they have shaky hands, yet have mastered the art of threading needles
i watch them, and something tugs at my heart, but i do not know why
i fear it is pity

the women on my mother's side of the family are loud
they have laughs that carry like the notes of a symphony
bold and unapologetic, sure footed in its own presence
they are the center of attention
at times the center of gravity as well
the women on my mother's side of the family are tall
they take up space and are not ashamed of it
sometimes it is called brashness
i always saw it as courage
they taught me how to sleep in on sundays and how to walk like i am
not afraid and how to hold my keys in between my fingers like daggers
i watch them, and something tugs at my heart, but i do not know why
i fear it is because i do not know if i will ever be able to be like them

you see, i am equal parts one as i am the other
as much as i would like to be brazen and unafraid
i cannot forget the reflexes inherited  
these things cannot be unlearned
they have been ingrained into hollow bones
however, if this is true, it must also be true that somewhere beneath this lies the kind of fearlessness that dances on tables and is not afraid of who watches
i have seen this courage in my mother, and her mother, and the women before them
one day i will steady these shaky hands and find that courage
until then i tip toe around hushed rooms and apologize for things that i cannot control
i am equal parts one as i am the other
Yes, I know that some nights I cross your mind and I know you still love me - with all the concepts you assign to that feeling, to which I don't necessarily agree, but I do think about you as well, and love you my way, not yours.
You might carry me with you forever. I hope you will. I hope my home in you has a garden planted with flowers, with a beautiful little home and a nice veranda to sit there with you in the sun whenever you visit me.
I will carry you with me, until I'm old and senile and start to forget everything, even my sons' names, but not you.
Your home in me now is surrounded by thorn wires, but the day will come when the war will be over and I'll plant you a garden full of trees to shade you.
As for now, I'm accepting my war, because you are the war.



- LynnAA
Things I need to know.

15/05/2017
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