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I Still Cry Mommy by Rodney Evan Bohen Friday, April 18, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan Tribute to Esther Effie Bohen, poetess and mother. Birthday.. April 19th Miss ya Mom.....
I Still Cry Mommy hurt myself the other day I cried mommy captured instantly by words not heard for years only in hard pain did such words ever ring yes childhood through adulthood the cry never left not invoked in small things nor little pain I've known yet yes in the sharp pain the moan I have known few will confess I yet revel in the traced maternal covering still cloaking me canopy cascading yes eternally first words I spilled when pain touched my youth was yes mommy I cry mommy rarely grown man to full though quite taken with the mystery of the words remembered of soul quite enchanted by the console the words still drape in balm yea all who have known fast sudden grip of pain know well the words that fall are one of the same yes mommy 'tis a rare call I know yet a cry still caught by man's ear mommy mine flew away yet communion still rides upon the cry mommy each time the words find flight mommy I'm stabbed deep please make it go way... Rodney
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Reviewed by Melissa Rives	5/11/2003

A most exquisite tribute to Mommy, so glad I chanced to read it this Mother's Day. Beautiful, soul-felt write!




Reviewed by coni lea harris	4/21/2003

I miss my adopted mom, that raised me, more than I ever will my bio. mom,,,it's just sad, that my mother did not have a happy childhood, so that she could have passed on happiness,,,but she still did pretty good, considering what and who she had to work and deal with,,,,excellent, and very deep hearted write,,,




Reviewed by William Bonilla	4/19/2003

Men are born to cry, tears never stop flowing, Excellent write, Rod William




Reviewed by na na (Reader)	4/19/2003

Yes, Rodney, nothing wrong with tears. You still love Mommie and need her. bill