Will you take me, mother,
Beneath your wing?
Will you not shelter me, mother,
And cover my delicate ears
When the darkness begins to sing?
I need you, mother; your comfort, your warmth.
Lay me to rest in your dark, earthen womb.
I want to forget, I want to be free.
I want to lay still, I want not to be.
Take hold of me, mother, take care of me.
Give me your honest and CRITICAL opinion.
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Ignore the previous comment. What makes this work is the very repetition of the word "mother" or that's what I think anyway!
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I really liked it, but don't think the word "mother" should have been in the poem so much. I was distracting. But good job!
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