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Hey Mom

I fixed my coffee, work was due again

Then I heard familiar steps coming down the stairs.

Dressed in her night gown,

She limped slowly down the stairs since her feet hurts again.

She smiles sleepily upon seeing me

I greet her good morning as I hug her tight.

She’s older and frailer now

So different from her younger years.

I ask, “Hey mom, want some coffee?”

As we slowly start our days.

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And Then I Was Mum

I used to see beauty and color in everything

Used to hear music and the joy it brings

I talked about the lovely moon

The song of the stars and so on

.

But they shamed me

Shunned me

Condemned my poetic dreams

So all of a sudden and all at once, I became mum

.

Now in the silence, they reach out for me

But I am gone, nowhere to be

They will hear no more

I am mum from them, forever

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Confused

one floor down, one step higher

close to being one and far away from fears

a galaxy so wide; lost in translation

the cosmic plays a major role

unnoticed, unsure, unclear; the frustration builds up

throat is sore; mouth is mum

tumbling down into the abyss

a black hole or the bottomless pit

eyes wide shut; deafening sound of uncertainty

up and about, one thing from the other

pictures of a perfect day covered by a dark cloud

time goes on reverse; backwards it goes

should have given it a second thought

but then again….

the leaves have turned from brown to green

darkened by the thunder-clouds

tulips sprung from the lily pads

to the left or to the right

running around in circles

the rain pours from the sunny sky

what day is it today?