Bloodline ***** Mother-Son Mental Conversation Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
Bloodline ***** Mother-Son Mental Conversation
I write. You read
I talk. You listen
I build up dreams. You teach me how to fulfill
I have illness. You are my physician
I am wearied. You give me courage
I stumble down. You stretch your arms and hold me up
I merge in a wrong lane. You pull me back to walk straight ahead
I am in the eye of evil storm. You are my earthly shield
I feel oftentimes life's burden. You carry my emotional struggle too
I travel away from home searching my missing disposition. You still wait me even for so long
I have nothing to ask you more. You are my mother
well, this is a very nice tribute for your mother, and your flow of words are just beautiful. Hugs from here. Meggie
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4/26/2024 1:55:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written strong poem, well done, i like this alot