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Maa (Mother)

She is nonagenarian now,
Her heart bits slow.
Lungs pump reluctantly,
Cranial bones groan in pain,
Joints in inertia row.

Doctors say that the Head
Has burdened much load.
The Heart has given
Too much Love,
And excessive Care,
Lungs consumed charcoal,
Has inhaled volumes of smoke.
(while cooking meals)

Her children are Elites now,
Have approaches and remedies.

But they are not seen at all,
Mother longs to live alone.
Along the memories of those days,
With her then children.

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Comments (5)

Love is the bridge which crosses all emotions. Chuck in some rhyme and you more often than not have a poem. On the other hand other schools regard love as a sentimentality which has no place within the human race. There's nowt as queer as folk.
As a dictator I would change the word to 'Dove', then we could all use three-quarter-cleansing-cream DOVE to wash out our mouths instead of gushing histrionically and (heaven forbid) kiss with them. I think you are right Max, although, as you undoubtedly know, love makes not only blind but also closes off the left hemisphere, so go easy on those and let them have their DOVE-IN. H
I think the point comes through. As usual, you make it with cleverness and humor.
John Kay should get a life. I agree with the thought here. So many budding poets think by using the word 'love' often enough in their writing, they have a poem. Not so! Describing what is going on, using actions and thoughts will say 'love' so much louder and clearer than those sappy poems that gush on and on about love. Raynette
I wouldn't REALLY outlaw anything, don't worry, folks. You don't think it works, John, to make a point? what is the point, do you think? Does it come through clearly? Anybody want to take a stab at paraphrasing it? Does anyone think it's worthwhile? (Or should I give this one a mercy killing? But does it even *deserve* mercy?)