those cold evenings coming inside the house and crying "Mom, I'm hungry." A whirl on the heels A stare colder than the outside weather Hands on her hips "Show me your tongue." The little mouth opens and the tongue comes out She stares at it and then grabs it between her thumb and index and studies it, gives it a rub and declares: "No. You're not that hungry. Get out of here and leave me alone." And her words carry the finality of God's words from the Bible because she is the god of this small world and her word is law
hunger

Because she is mother,in her lies a God. Wow
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Indeed.
When you’re a kid, parents are the gods of your world. Good or bad…
(︶︿︶)
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very sad but great work
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Thank you, Ingrid 🙂
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Oh my god. This made me get the truth tingles then cry inside for this child. Though it hurts to vicariously live it… amazing work.
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Thank you for the kind words, Lia
(●>ω<)ノ゙
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You’re welcome DR. ❤︎ I like your special text emojis by the way, though I’m not clever enough to pretend I understand that one. ಠ_ಠ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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It’s supposed to be a cute face that waves :)))
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awwww! :))) thanks for that. :))) <3333
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This really moved me to remember all those little ones at the mercy of us all.
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༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
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This poem says so much, how powerless we feel when we’re children and how parents can neglect or elevate their children.
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This was a beautiful piece.
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Many thanks 🙂
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np:)
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You did it again!
There is much variety to your disturbia.
Your Bogdanian discipes are increasing in number!
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Glad to hear that :)))
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Poor child! Getting good parents and good children is all a matter of luck…
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It is, unfortunately
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AND HER HANDS WERE CLEAN!
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I hope so :)))
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Wasn’t she washing dishes?
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Hmm… no, I think she was busy pouring another glass and contemplating some thoughts while staring with an empty gaze out the window.
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OH WELL…!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A LOVING MOM WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR, WOULDN’T YOU SAY?
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Oh I love this!! Great poetry and the theme, a powerful one. Mom is in charge.😊
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautifully penned! I almost cried while reading this.
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Thanks 🙂
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My mother was possessed by a demon.
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Ow, sorry to hear that (´סּ︵סּ`)
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This packs a punch. You’ve expressed what that must feel like wonderfully but subtly.
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Thank you 🙂
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Good piece
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Thank you 🙂
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This is so stark and nostalgic. There’s so much pain in those words but it does not come out as pretentious. It’s so simple and effortlessly beautiful.
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。^‿^。 Thank you, Shanyu
I’m really glad it doesn’t come out as pretentious. I always try to keep it simple 🙂
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It is my pleasure! I guess I did catch that. Wonderful poetry though.
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Like!! I blog frequently and I really thank you for your content. The article has truly peaked my interest.
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