You are gone, but yet live in mirrors
mocking my deemed identity
We never saw eye to eye
but your sharp words jump out
from my defiance
I did not wish
to be you
yet, I
am
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You are gone, but yet live in mirrors
mocking my deemed identity
We never saw eye to eye
but your sharp words jump out
from my defiance
I did not wish
to be you
yet, I
am
Reena, what a profound realization about your mother. This is an excellent nonet!! I lived with a stepmother for many years and like you, I didn’t ever want to be like her. Yet, there are times when I realize I sound like her! It makes me step back and take another look at my thought process.
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My mother had lost her mother at the age of 9, and did not have a role model. In her late years, I found her behaving like her mother-in-law. There may be a subconscious process of imbibing.
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You see her in the mirror too, huh. I understand this poem. lovely. thanks.
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Thank you, Selma!
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That is true
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i so love your approach …. not all is well in motherhood… there is a story in every child… the splash of passion and rebellion is how i see that cup… and still i am whose blood runs through my veins.. who gave me life in pure love… the best i couldn’t have said it better…
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You are right that it is complex. A genetic bond between two individuals with different temperaments compels them t keep moving forward.
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Fantastic nonet, Reena! Love the line about living in mirrors!
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http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks a ton, Yvette!
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A very touching poem
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Thank you so much!
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Youโre always welcome my dear friend
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We do take on characteristics of our mums. Brilliant piece, Reena.
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Thanks, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Yes we are all like our mum’s whether or not we choose to admit it. Great poem Reena ๐๐
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Thank you, Willow!
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I am more like my mum than I will admit, but that is her good points too.
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We inherit a medley.
Our personalities are carved by trimming out what we don’t like and retain the essence of us.
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