Secret words

poem by: Nemo Nemees
Written on Oct 31, 2017

They say I have my mothers smile
My mothers smile
mothers smile
mothers
mother
mom
Such an unfamiliar word
Unless you count the questions
"Is there a mother figure in the house?"
"What about the mother?"
"What would mom have to eat?"-"Oh, no, shes just a friend."
Because normal expects you to have a mom
But my mom
well, she died of brain cancer
died of brain cancer
brain cancer
cancer
Such a familiar word
unless you count the way
it only comes out in shushed voices
Be quiet when you talk about it
no one wants to bring up memories
to bring up memories
up memories
memories
Such an unusual thing
childhoods
filled with tears
confusion
worry
hope
then death.
And the future
well
she wont be there
to make any more memories

 

Tags: Sad, Confused, Pain, Dark, Deep,

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Taha Hassan commented on Nov 09, 2017 at 5:54pm
I feel the depression in this poem ... In this .... voice of a shattered heart. I hope you don't feel this poem as much as I do. and If you do, I hope you try and live for better things in life than sadness and regret. I can't say I love your poem ..... I can't say I hate your poem. It's just a really powerful poem .... Take care -T
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 10, 2017 at 12:53pm
My mother died of cancer....40yrs ago......she's not with me physically....but she is always in my mind............forever.......sad poem..stay strong Sunshine....
Valerie Russon commented on Nov 30, 2017 at 10:36pm
I can relate to your poem as mother died 46 yrs ago with cancer and i still have moments that i think of her these thoughts and feelings never go away i still miss her as i was only 16 years old time when you need a mother.Your poem is sad but it does have feeling and painful.good.

 

 

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