Mom
just a good listener
STRONG
I can drink of my mother’s contentment, sometimes
And cry for her and for her mother that Life rewarded their efforts with a deeper understanding of hardship
Love shouts from her eyes
Finally I’m beginning to see her as much like me
Fiercely protective of her kin
An admirable adversary
With a steel spine
But her love is golden
Refreshing, essential, everlasting
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Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp
Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.
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I enjoy the simplicity and strength of the words in your poem, Catherine. And I am not typically a poem lover!
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