Snakes And Ladders Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Snakes And Ladders
It's really amazing that some relatives
They offer you the hand to bring up when you are in trouble.
But when you climb the steps gradually
They pull the ladder secretly.
* Be watchful my dear son on your walks
As there are some snakes under the grass.
[ Still I remember my deceased loving mother who whispers this phrase when she put us on the bed.]
What a sad poem.Your mother would still try to protect you if she could.Take care, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
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4/23/2024 11:34:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poetic soul resides in the most interesting of subjects Nimal. Your mother sounds as though she were very wise. Sad how some are two faced and double tongued. Great poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥