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I send my roots into the earth,
accepting the sacred duty.
The gentle, yielding, firm,
and fertile ground of the mother.
I will water her.
I will protect her.
I accept responsibility
for this ground.
I yield to this process.
Enveloped by life. By time.
I yield to the watching.
I accept what it brings.
I choose to love
what comes before me,
so that what blooms
when I wither away,
may always be love.
Bipolar Poet May 13
screams a child running into her room
"I have an owie,— a boo boo"
a child that runs into her room, is running
into her care

The cherished love, cheery smile of it,
and being patient as the cherry on top

miraculous unconditional marvel,
the superhero of wonders in the kitchen
At times a quiet disciplinary in public, with
a sharp eye of a cutting glare

          Later at home you'll be in trouble...

She is love, often not loved enough
even though; her love is more than enough
And can never be undone

"Mummy, mum, or just ma"
she is all, she is a mother
Zywa Apr 11
Mama is angry, she's letting me
I just should
be big enough
Her mummy time is over

since the divorce
No new beginning yet
I just should
be kind to her

indulge her and help her
until it's getting better
I just should
not mind the voices

that spit at me
with swear words
and cover my thoughts
I just should

listen to her and see
how I get rid of it
Is there anyone
who is not deaf to me?

I just should fix it myself
and if I can do that, mama
you can succeed as well
in being my mama again
Collection "Bruises"
Krystal Mar 30
𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕒,
𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕀❜𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟,
𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕀❜𝕞 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟,
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀❜𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕀𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦❜𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣,
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖,
𝕋𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕞,
ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟❜𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕,
𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟❜𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤,
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣❜𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤,
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠,
𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕨❕
Have an amazing day I hope everyone's doing good pls like <333
Ujjal Mandal Mar 6
Sometimes I feel
I am alone,
None is there
But when I look at
The blooming lotus,
I feel I am among thousand
Happiness and
I am sparkled with
This lotus is my mother:
My muse!
nadine shane Feb 28
i carry my mother’s rage
in every part of me;

i am never without it

i carry my mother’s rage
just like her mother did,
and just like her mother also did

if destruction is a form of creation,
then my mother
was never an inventor.
Ind Feb 21
I think of the water
offered to me
when thirsty.

Scalding water during a drought.
I want to drown myself(.)
out but

there is no flood to submerge in.
Not feminine.
Not successful.
Not enough.

When I cannot
afford my mother kindness
I give her honesty.

This house is loveless.
Whenever I try to write about her
I feel like I don't have enough space on my paper
How can I define her? 
When I myself originated from her definition
How can I restrict her within a few lines? 
When my entire words are enslaved before her
How can I portray her life in a poem? 
When my own life is indebted to her...

And even if she herself asks to write her down
Then also, a tale for her won't be enough
Even if to summarise her down
I'd need to write a novel or two
And if she asks to be drawn down
Then nothing would be tougher than this
'Cause a canvas won't be able to hold her entire explosion of colours
And to counter that, I'd only be left with a single option... 
To build an art castle in a space not less than the sun!

Can u write down ur mum?
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