I tried to dance,
And hoped that you would notice me;
I tried to sing,
But you had left the room
Tried to excel,
And hoped you would approve of me –
I learned some tricks
You never stopped to view
I wanted you to see me and
To like me;
To talk to you, accepted
Without qualms
I just wished that you noticed
And you loved me –
I wish that you were more like
Other moms
(“I Tried To Dance” – 10-17-2014)
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Other moms. And that’s what I call realistic poetry.
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Ouch! Unexpected last line is quite a zinger.
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Thanks, Lola. I think I’ll repost this.
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It is profound.
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One day ..she will notice
but she is not like other moms
she is only your “mom”
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Heart wrenching. So young and so pained.
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Such a heartbreakingly beautiful poem!
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Oh this one resonates on a painfully beautiful level.
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Wow, quite the twist at the end and infinitely more painful than if it had been a potential lover your were describing, because -Mom.
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If only hoping was a Mom we’d never have heartbreaks!
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Straight to the heart
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My heart hurts for you. I’m so very sorry.
So beautifully written and powerful!
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that’s heart-breaking 💔
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