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Pride (Free verse) by Dovina
Sometimes the way my mother looks at me, I feel she knows more than she says. For, though there are times I long to creep in to her in the night And talk about love, and cry, I’m glad I never have. About such matters, a daughter should have pride And settle for knowing she knows.

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.714286
Weighted score: 5.4610424
Overall Rank: 2882
Posted: September 4, 2004 12:04 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2004 12:04 PM PDT
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[8] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.205.204 | 5-Sep-04/1:40 PM | Reply
'Creep in to her in the night"
Into her room or back to the uterus?
"And settle for knowing she knows" possibly
"And settle for knowing she knows more."
Does this change what you are saying or make it clearer? -8- maybe a -10- if I were not confused by those two lines.
[n/a] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 > Dan garcia-Black | 6-Sep-04/8:11 AM | Reply
“she” in the last line is ambiguous. It could mean either the daughter or the mother. If it means the daughter than the line is trite. If it means the mother than the daughter knows the mother knows. “creep into the uterus” doesn’t quite work with the next line: “And talk about love, and cry.” I often give an 8 or below when I don’t understand a poem. This one deserves a 2.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.154.163.133 | 7-Sep-04/6:09 PM | Reply
Being a bit of a lad, this poeme is utterly wasted on me. For fear of tainting the ballot with my ignorance, I shall vote inconspicuously -4-
[n/a] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 7-Sep-04/7:05 PM | Reply
Have you no empathy for the femininely challenged?
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