Mum,my mum, our mum
my mother my bossom
the place to lay
my head is gone
and I am all alone
A contest entry
- dear......., by Nicolette.
1100 points, ended April 14, 2008, 43 entries
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Comments
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Awww this is a bit sad - The warm heart we were once so close to as a baby/child is pulled away with growing age. Though we never have to truly lose our connection through our hearts even apart. Nice write

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Thank you
I wish I could say more but it's so hard to describe how I feel because the right words haven't been discovered yet.
Thank you
TC
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Aaah yes... i remember my children laying against my bosom when they were smaller...
Such a sincere cry this is - and very touching.
Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette


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yes...mums are the bosom of the earth and irreplaceable when gone
so sad
thank you for entering




