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Free verse № 20404

still, i am her

by daniella

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Oct 2002 · Edited 26 Oct 2002 · 2 comments

I never thought to chance this wage. Birth outright never made me mother. The tending to of woolen threads, the stirring of the stew, the mending of the torn, did not ever prove it through. The 9 men naked in black robes, craning down from wooden planks, they'll make me hark and press my point, and prying a mother's heart... will force a thorough thickened tear, to wrench away all doubt. Never did I profess to say I could do it on my own. But I am here, and here remain, for a mother is but one.

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[7] <{Baba^Yaga}> 26-Oct-02/1:14 PM Reply
whatever you do never let em see you sweat. the satanists..that is. homewreckers.
[n/a] god'swife 26-Oct-02/9:27 PM Reply
I don't know exactly what your talking about, but I know I like the way you say it. ' A mother is but one' that was the vision I had when I found out I was to be one. Difficult to write about. 'Did not ever prove it through" only works because I know what you're trying to say, but there has to be a better way to say it. The nine men are obscure enought o make me ignore them and move to the next idea. Planks? Suddenly I'm onboard and lost. Try again please. I want this clearer, if you can.