A Mothers pain

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    A Mothers pain

    I listen to my children as they lay in their beds
    sharing the days events, there in the dark
    with no prying adult eyes, no correction for bad grammar..no disdain for excitement.
    They are going over their Christmas lists.
    Younger brother rattles on about this toy or that..
    Older brother, forever unimpressed, constantly raining on little brothers parade, reminds him that his choices are stupid; His list too long.
    Little brother, eager for a kind word, asks big brother what he wants.
    An endless stream of wishes trails from the top bunk down to the attentive ears of little brother..both are excited at the prospect.
    Panic freezes my heart; A lump forms in my empty stomach. No job. No money. No food. Barely a roof over our heads.
    Those two angels are oblivious to my failures. I am the Mama, and Santa will come. Let the holidays begin.

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    christliked commented on A Mothers pain

    10-03-2009

    I have never been one for physical gifts, but, I will talk to you for a while. I would take a someone out into the open air and share any activity that they wanted. I will do homework or take someone to the library, or a play. I would coach any team or any sport. I very seldon give money or do things that cost a lot of money and my young friends and family always love me more.

    ELRey commented on A Mothers pain

    04-15-2009

    As a parent I felt this to the marrow. Lovely.

    kenparme commented on A Mothers pain

    04-05-2009

    I really liked the direction change- this poem had me laughing and then in an instant the change of emotion hits hard--very good.

    peacefully commented on A Mothers pain

    04-02-2009

    sk you are very good at painting a work picture. Keep up the good work.

    akayakar commented on A Mothers pain

    03-29-2009

    I'm kind of picky about the types of poems I read. This one is a keeper!

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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