She worries about
everything,
real and imagined.
'What if this? What if that? '
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
She doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't,
she
gets pissed off.
My Dad used to say,
'They can kill us,
but they can't eat us.'
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Worrying is a mental torture which can be curtailed if one learns to take things and situations in stride. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Good reflection on the uselessness of worry. Thank you for the reminder? I like your dad's comment. Worth 10. Thanks Thomas
A great philosophical poem on life has been astutely delineated by you dear Thomas. I appreciate the way of presentation on worry. Thanks a lot. Full vote.
So nice poem....10 Parents sometime ask Why do I remain calm with task? I will not comment But slightly remain different
Your poem depicts everyday realities of many. You have written well. Sad. May she rest well
A true sense of mental state we'll penned as a poetry! What else what else? ts my current time, wishing a more to this lovely piece! Keep writing more!
A wonderful poem. They can destroy us but can never defeat us.... this is the message!
When we worry about "all nothings", we cause worry to others, maybe we are their worry. So, let us "Uddharet Aatman Aatmanam…", lift ourselves from all ills..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mothers have been known to be worrisome about so many things about the younger members of the family as well as the senior ones. Hundred and one thoughts occupying her attention which again is the outcome of worry. Very emotional memoir.