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Mother Tongue
May 4 May 11, 2026A week that ends on Mother's Day. Mothers, grandmothers, the women whose hands wrote your hands. What you inherited, and what you will pass on.
A word your mother said that you say now, too.
51 responses
"The world doesn't give up just because you gave up on the world."
golden shore
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
I love you to the moon and back a million times
the difference is I mean it I'm scared she doesnt
copper ridge
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
I’m not a devout member of any faith but my more often quoted the biblical bit about being, “wise as the serpent” but “gentle as the dove” and I liked the ring of it. I don’t use that phrasing but I express the sentiment, nonetheless.
I wrote about this in one of my poems here.
amber pine
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:06 AM UTC
Lord have Mercy
She says
Now I do too
weary magpie
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
...
Nothing really.
hushed stoat
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
"it won't kill you"
fierce hearth
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC
nothing comes easy
slap him 20,000 times
bright dune
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
"Shit happens but its not the end of the world..."
-My mother
small hollow
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:12 AM UTC
"life is unfair"
copper orchard
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
"maybe love wasn't meant for me"
wandering sparrow
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
it's okay.
tiny field
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
When you do a kind deed, that will come back to you eventually. So always be kind to others, no matter how much pain they caused to you.
weary creek
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC
"You really take after your parents."
amber birch
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC
times moves too fast nowadays
muted pond
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
Wonky
Now I say wonky too
And think of her beautiful aura as I say it
shy marsh
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
i can do hard things.
we can do hard things
gentle hollow
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
shit shit shit
hollow creek
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC
There is no one word that comes to mind. But my mom was a smoker, and when she would drop ashes from her cigarette, she would give a little laugh and say rub them in, they are good for the carpet.
faded orchard
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
All my words
are hers and her mother's
and her mother's mother's
and on and on
But most of all, it is not
my words, but my buoyant laughter
that is hers
sudden orchard
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
Do as I say, not as I do!
faded otter
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
It's alright
to cry
dusky field
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
she never said it,
most of what she did- i couldn't bring myself to say
but i wonder if she, too, feels this way
it reflects sometimes, i see, on her face
"it isn't fair."
muted ferry
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
"I'm not your bro"
drifting ferry
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC
It's more than words
It's mannerisms
Now she asks how I could be so weak
As if I didn't watch her get beat down my whole life
Only in the recent years did she truly find her voice
I hope I'm not far behind
weary ferry
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
What have I said that my mother did not say before?
Every word that leaves my lips-
every sound, every thought, it comes from her.
My mother: The Goddess, the farmer,
she was the one who planted the seed of soul in my body.
She watered it with her mind and nourished it with her love,
and from her own life grew another.
My mother: My home, my place of origin,
she will always be the roots of my beginning and end.
Every word of mine is a descendant of hers;
since the first "Mama" ever said.
blue stoat
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC