Momma Poem by Tea Kawana

Momma



Does she despair?
I don’t know…
Her expressions inexplicit;
Her face the same.
Yet for a time I looked closer:
analysed.
Beneath her plump softened cheeks
Her veins tighten,
Her blood, bloated; ready to explode.
Concealed in her eyes:
Sorrow, restraint from freedom,
Red of anger.
Debilitated; she still goes on

I gasp at what makes her run

Her pain submerges me into tears for her.
Does she ever breakdown?
I don’t know…
But I admire her
She is my strength

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandhya S N 05 December 2009

very touching poem digging the soul of women.. hats off to the effort regards sandhya

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