#mother poem

[demonic-bubonic]

O daughter, O daughter

[foodfordogs]

my mother tells me I am her greatest gift and i tell her that i am my own worst curse. but I don't actually. i keep quiet because the truth is this: she is my greatest gift too, and i sit in my room and think thank you thank you thank you to the divine forces that i don't believe in. i don't believe in god and i don't believe in fate but i do believe in my mother's fingers in my hair when i lay with my head in her lap. it seems familial and sweet but the truth is i wanted to play mario party and she was in my favourite seat, but she was warm even so and her fingertips were calloused where she touched around my temples and i only wish i hadn't let my hair get so thin, or else the braid she tied might've still been where she left it.

[moon-meerkat]

mother

i'm recomposing myself from the crying on the kitchen floor

she approaches, bends down, and shoves her arm into my mouth, down my throat, with no care

the hand scratches and rips through tissue and grabs my heart

and looking at her reflection in my eyes, she squishes her fingers and digs her nails in

she gets back up

goes back to bed

and forgets

[wastedpurity]

Time keeps changing and I keep getting older maybe none the wiser and somedays it is scary and somedays the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced

And mother I’m afraid

And mother I just want you to hold me like the good old days/like a baby

And mother I’ve been changing again

[madisonmdean]

Daughter Crave

Least loved by a mother who craved a daughter that would be whoever she wanted that girl to be.

To this day, after all these years, I don’t know how to feel not being the daughter my mother craved. A daughter that loved men not women. A daughter that didn’t ask questions. A daughter that would lose herself being who my mother craved.

I could never be that daughter. I’m the daughter who craves intimate love with women. The daughter who has a million questions to ask. The daughter that was deemed difficult to love, for not being who my mother craved.

– Madison M Dean

[apnaran]

The Power of Family and Friends: A Look at the Unbreakable Bond of Love

Mother Mother, oh mother, Your love is like no other, Warm and pure, it shines like the sun, Guiding and nurturing, never done. Your gentle touch, your tender kiss, Bring comfort and happiness, Your strength and wisdom, always near, Allaying every fear. Through every trial and every pain, You remain a constant, shining flame, A rock to lean on, a guiding light, Showing us what’s true and…

[dd122004dd]

Unbeloved Wife

A devoted wife,

A slave for all,

Nothing more than a lowly thrall.

Her entire life shackled through,

Duty bound, old and new

When the dawn finally breaks

She's the one that first awakes.

The very last one to take,

Even a single break.

The last one to fall asleep,

The one to whom does everyone weep

A thankless slave,

Dismissed by a wave,

Underappreciated and shamed.

Her dreams shattered,

Her fate etched in stone.

Eternally bound to only be owned.

Never to own or have a say,

For that's only the man's way.

A virtuous, filial doll to see,

A precious item, a commodity.

Moulded by society,

Into the perfect puppet, easily.

Yet for such a priceless piece,

Her cries are constantly told to cease.

For a morose wife,

Causes everyone strife.

So hide your grief,

Lest your husband gives you permanent relief.

Finding comfort in his mistresses arms,

Yet you're the one they all discard.

But even after all she's through,

She's still devoted, her heart rings true.

Yet she's struck down once again,

Her scars are now her only friend.

Her experiences violent,

Her cries silent.

Like blackened mold,

Her stories untold.

Buried beneath her trials,

Even in her demise, none hear her wiles.

[annagracewood]

The mothers the world needs today by Kathryn Blackburn Peck

Mothers with courage; mothers who pray,These are the kind the world needs today.Mother who think, who study and plan;Mothers who laugh as much as they can,Having the gift that is better than money–The habit of seeing that some things are funny.Mothers whose faith never wavers or falters;Mothers whose spirits the world never alters;Loving the right and scorning the wrong;Facing the problems of…

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Hannah Green, from "Are you still hungry, Mother?"/ Anne Carson/Sam Gordon, "A Mother's Hate"/ Ella Wilson/ Joan Tierney/ Ella Wilson/ Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous/ Unknown/ Nayyirah Waheed/ Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater”/ John Green, Turtles All the Way Down/ Safia Elhillo, "an inheritance," published in Narrative Northeast/ Annie Ernaux, from I Remain in Darkness/ Poplar Street by Chen Chen/ Unknown/ Tumblr User: @inkskinned/ Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011/ Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom}

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I HAVE MY MOTHER'S FACE AND HER GRIEF

Janet Fitch // Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig // Chen Chen // Youadan Teddy // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Mitski Class of 2013 // 誰も知らない Nobody Knows (2004) dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda // Fatima Aamer Bilal days where my whole world is my bed. // death-born-aphrodite (tumblr) // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Hieu Minh Nguyen Buffet Etiquette

[demonic-bubonic]

O daughter, O daughter

[ivynightshade]

mother, you were right- i do damage. for the sake of all the damage that’s been done to me.

[fatima aamer bilal, excerpts from days where my whole world is my bed / coffin heart? bury me. / all hunger is, is love. / shame is a girl’s second skin / i mother it, the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time.]

[lovely-abeille]

on being the daughter of the family

if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang

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[soracities]

Czesław Miłosz, from “It Was Winter” (tr. Czesław Miłosz, Renata Gorczynski, Robert Hass, & Robert Pinsky), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 [ID'd]