There is never a cross word with us
she is honest frank and a bit biting
We're too disparate to argue and
debate is okay as far as it goes
A former teacher and widowed
well beyond trying to reform me
A lonely one using discussion
to delay a visitor a few minutes
I love being with her for an hour
before her abrasive ways wear thin
My adieu is kind quick and final
not waiting to lose my reserve
I can't tell her off spoiling our future
one shows respect for one's mother
I like the honesty of this write, I lost my own sweet mother when I was only 25 and think of her often, I even wonder what she would have thought of my successes, failures, life style etc if she had lived. You are a lucky man to have a mother so full of life and living and your love of her even ignoring the duration of your visits shines through.
Tact is the key ingredient of diplomacy Bill. Thought provoking look at our parents, and mom in particular. Mine is almost 92 and a bit testy at times. I love her beyond words. Jon Michael Willey
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.