My mother claimed,
she breast-fed me
till her nipples bled.
Till it just didn’t look right anymore,
till people started to talk.
Rocked me to sleep for years,
Brahms playing in the back ground.
Did not limit my pacifier sucking.
Let me keep my security blanket
till it eventually washed away to
nothingness one day.
Potty trained me, only when
I was good and ready.
Sent me to a pre-school,
when I requested.
Encouraged playing with dolls
as well as cars,
but never guns
and still.
I love kicking that damn dog
of mine; go figure.
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enthralling piece...grear....
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I love kicking that damn dog
of mine; go figure.
Wow, powerful ending. Sometimes our parents just can't get through to us.
Great job. -
oh well, i don't see where you "showed" your emotions ... i can hear you though. i think you failed to show connection between your stanzas; the only thing that is in common [in all the stanzas] is the angsty tone.
thanks for entering
good luck.
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Looks like nature will usually win out over nurture! I really like this quirky poem--it says a lot about human nature.
Bill
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i really like this one. i love your writing. you're very witty...a bit of cynicism in your work, but always very clever. great write!
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