Simon Quperlier

Rookie - 21 Points (27/03/1994 / Mombasa Kenya)

I Love My Mother - Poem by Simon Quperlier

My fetal condition,
My mother's only stronghold,
My father has never been a waste of man,
Cared for both of us,
Once in a while I'd be bold enough to kick the uterus,
A signal of appreciation and a sign of life,
I've never been so closer to my mother than being detained in her womb,
But as one grows from the stage of suckling, then crawling, and finally walking,
He become a nuisance, detestable and disrespectful,
He starts biting the hand that fed him,
Treating his mother like a servant, this phony imaginary king with no crown, embodying a shepherd and treating her like a goat, he has the nerve to abuse her, taking her for granted is probably the inception of his fall,
She made him toddle and now he has delusions that he can make subtle dodges of her canes, why do you want stress your mother to death? Why weigh your troubles on her heart when she should be busy loving and caring you?
I love my mother, My siblings and children should live by example.

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  • Silver Star - 3,699 Points Dave Walker (7/10/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    A great poem. There is nothing better than
    a mothers love. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013


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