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A Mother's Choice

Hey Life, I shouted, as if expecting a reply.
Why pass me over, ignore my cry?

Are you addressing me,
I thought the wind replied.
It's not Life's fault your dreams have died.

Life, you stole my dreams, stole my heart,
you finished me, where once I'd had a start.

Not I, said Life, you had my invite did you not?
Why complain to me,
you chose the life you've got!

But I've spoiled my life, I need a second chance.
I did not know the path I chose, would serve this merry dance.

Then follow your dreams,
Life replied to me.
For is not your happiness inside the very dreams you see?

But I have children,
and they are dear to me, said I.
My dreams are mine,
I cannot pluck their future from the sky.

Then choose your dreams, already you gave your son his brother.
Did I not already fulfil their dreams, when I gave them you,
their mother.

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  • dust -in-the-wind
    February 6, 2008

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    this is a really good poem nice work on it you did a great job good luck in the contest

    brookeann


  • Joe Spencer
    January 30, 2008

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    When I think of the wind and the rain, I wonder where they go. And my mind, it imagines all the people and places, I cannot go. When I think of my Mom, so many things immediately come to mind: Because you know, moms are like, "Don't act like that. I can't believe you did that!" Because it's a reflection on me, you know? So you just have to lighten up. You know? Moms are like that though. And also They get all worried about us and stuff. When I was a kid, she was all, “Put your coat on, Joe.” I mean, whether I was fuckin’ cold or not, this woman said this to me. But they’re moms, you know; they worry. Mom's are programmed to sacrifice. They always want the best for you, but the question is how to get there. They just want you to be happy. Or maybe I am just overanalyzing this whole poem. I am probably just rambling, too.




  • Tarja
    January 29, 2008

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    Thank you for this fresh write. The emotions expressed in it were so dramatic and deep... I really enjoyed it. However I have to ask... what is the personification here?


    • Soloneili
      January 29, 2008
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      I hope I'm giving the answer you wanted here. The personification is the 'wind' taking on the role of life as a communicator. I had this vision of a mother torn between sacrifices and wrong choices, but with her children to consider. The scene is a woman facing into the strong winds on a hilltop, wondering where to go in life and seeking answers.

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