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The Spreading of Petals
You said I was created when
you spread the petals of a flower you’d
carried all your life.
My father said it was beautiful,
but he was replaced by others.
Please tell me, mother.
Do your petals still spread before lovers,
or have you ceased to be?
you spread the petals of a flower you’d
carried all your life.
My father said it was beautiful,
but he was replaced by others.
Please tell me, mother.
Do your petals still spread before lovers,
or have you ceased to be?
Published 3rd Apr 2023
Author's Note
This poem refers back to an earlier poem I wrote for my mother. Not knowing her condition is torture. I don't know if she preoccupied with a love affair, addiction, or worse.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/473292-how-was-i-made/
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3rd Apr 2023 4:46pm
Sad tail to a beautiful start, for such a beautiful person as your mother.
3rd Apr 2023 8:39pm
4th Apr 2023 7:05am
Both this poem and the earlier one, as well as other people's poems using the bee and flower metaphor have inspired my own poem posted in this section today, Opened Flower.
