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A Poem by _mal

slicing vegetables with shaking hands
curt wordless demands from the high chair
the contents of the kitchen cupboards underfoot
pots loudly played by a little boy who wants!
Doesn't want!

Their feelings tied to ours

© 2016 _mal



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children challenge our self-beliefs... and the depth of our ability to love...

Posted 1 Year Ago


this makes me feel that comparison between toddlers and elderly---the old we get, the more we revert back to being helpless and needy...
i like the scenario you created...the little boy doesn't want to be like us, but one day he will be very much like us.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Nicely captures the difficultly of motherhood; the relation and understanding one gains in
self; when watching their child grow.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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~ this reminds me how connected we are... across generations and across silence or words or noise... ~ i've never read a poem which articulates this incomprehensible bridge over lives that unravel at the same time which is so vivid and intense... ~ you remain one of my favourite poets ever...

Posted 1 Year Ago



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