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Mother.
Can you cottle me forever,
Even when your lungs turn black?
Coughing up blood clots,
and words of love.
Mother, don't leave me,
In a cloud of smoke.
Stop trying to reassure me,
It wont work.
All I know is that I love you,
and maybe if I pray enough,
God will hear me out.
And not leave me motherless,
Without my only love.
Even when your lungs turn black?
Coughing up blood clots,
and words of love.
Mother, don't leave me,
In a cloud of smoke.
Stop trying to reassure me,
It wont work.
All I know is that I love you,
and maybe if I pray enough,
God will hear me out.
And not leave me motherless,
Without my only love.
Published 6th Jul 2011
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Anonymous
24th Jul 2011 2:58am
Hi, Carla.
I've noticed by reading through your posted body of work your chosen moniker 'cacoethes' seems to really fit. :)
S1 L1 'cottle' = 'coddle'
This is quite painful. Your apprehension shines through, and you do a good job drawing out your smoke imagery.
A few tweaks could be in order if you're up to it, if not I understand.
I've noticed by reading through your posted body of work your chosen moniker 'cacoethes' seems to really fit. :)
S1 L1 'cottle' = 'coddle'
This is quite painful. Your apprehension shines through, and you do a good job drawing out your smoke imagery.
A few tweaks could be in order if you're up to it, if not I understand.
29th Nov 2011 5:06pm
Anonymous
8th Feb 2012 1:51pm
I know this feeling. I lost my Mom Aug. 17, 2006 I miss her sometimes as if it was yesturday. This brought a tear to me. Sad write.
