Mother, or: Mother

Poetry Partners #102

‘Mother O’ Mother, here I Come’, a poem by Hassan Safdar of ‘Poetry & Narrative Writing’

Mother, here I come, here I come. I know it's your day & you shall be seeing around.

There I come with a gift in hand. To give you that happiness, which can’t be understood.

To see you happy makes my day. A smile on your face blooms my way.

There I come with lots of flowers. The white, the red, or colors you like.

This day shall past like all other days. But the memories will remain forever of that day.

There it goes to the end of the day. Now, I have to go, as my home is away.

I will come again on the same day. Making you feel special that Mother, its your birthday!

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‘Down the hall’ by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

This handsome young man, my 
once adorable child, my love, my 

joy, come to visit me 

this day with flowers, 
selected, no ~ ordered 
online, delivered from a premier
flower shop, 
which...
O'! I've so missed you so, my...

O' dear! How embarrassing! You're
Lorna Chardee's boy... Well, you'll find her

down the hall

W³ poetry prompt

This poem was written in response to Mich Navajas’ W³ prompt ~ to write a free verse poem of twelve lines, which includes the word ‘adorable’.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!