Mother's Monologue Poem by Darlan M Cunha
Mother's Monologue
Repairing a sink, two, the refrigerator
is a headache, empty,
the government says it doesn't care about mothers
asking for help, even so
he strong rate the air, the days
are fine-toothed, and these eggs and this flour
are the same as the society that doesn't care.
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4/26/2024 12:19:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well created poem. Truly noble....5 stars*****