A Letter To My Mother Comments

What a Wonderful piece😍

You express strong emotion about your late mother, sincerely. You feel guilt that she is no longer there, while you are. Did you really not want to know her when she was there? Or are you accusing yourself too much? I got something from your elegy.

A great write - - - You are not anymore. When you were here, I did not know that you were here When you were here, I never wanted to know how you were. My pride is barred under the stone of your intolerable absence I want to bear the same pain as u once bored I cant, I could not, How is it possible? I am not a kind like you, I am not a human like you.

Never read before such a emotionally deep and powerful poem on mother before. You have touched aspects about why a mother is called a mother. 'I killed you before you knew that I was killing you.. You are not here, Suddenly I feel through my spine inside my veins, that you are not here. When you were here, I never wanted to know how you were..'.. is simply touching and thought provoking stanza. Thanks for sharing.

My pride is barred under the stone of your intolerable absence I want to bear the same pain as u once bored I cant, I could not, How is it possible? I am not a kind like you, I am not a human like you. nicely done Taslima Nasrin

mother the source of creation! the shelter center the care bar the happiness fair...............///

I agree with you a 100%, mothers are not humans. They are made of sterner stuff, a masterpiece of the Creator, the things they do, the sacrifices they make is out of this world. God bless all mothers. I give you a +10

There is no pain like separation of the loved ones, and then mother is always special. A lovely poem feelingly writ.

You filled my needs like a magician When I got hungry., when I was thirsty, When I wanted to play, when my heart opened, when my heart closed, You knew before I knew. thinking of mum with such love.. great poem. tony

Beautifuly done.

How are you Many days, many thousand of days I don't see you ma, Many thousand of days I don't hear your voice, Many thousand of days I don't feel your touch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You cured other's diseases like a magician, No one cured you, not even me.

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