Moms
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DamnYankee
Loyal to the end
Your mom would appreciate it if you learned the correct use of an apostrophe "s". 
zappasguitar
Well-known member
Your mom would appreciate it if you learned the correct use of an apostrophe "s".
Just as your mom would probably appreciate you not being a petty baggerwank to someone just wishing his mother a happy mother's day.
Jeff
Who gives a damn
Your mom would appreciate it if you learned the correct use of an apostrophe "s".
message was sent, lol all that matters
DamnYankee
Loyal to the end
Minister of Truth
Practically Perfect
C
Cancel5
Guest
Thanks to all for your well wishes and I also extend my best to all mothers, everywhere.
W
WinterBorn
Guest
A day late, but ditto from me as well.
Happy belated Mom's day.
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'The Routine Things Around the House'
"When Mother died
I thought: now I’ll have a death poem.
That was unforgivable
yet I’ve since forgiven myself
as sons are able to do
who’ve been loved by their mothers.
I stared into the coffin
knowing how long she’d live,
how many lifetimes there are
in the sweet revisions of memory.
It’s hard to know exactly
how we ease ourselves back from sadness,
but I remembered when I was twelve,
1951, before the world
unbuttoned its blouse.
I had asked my mother (I was trembling)
if I could see her breasts
and she took me into her room
without embarrassment or coyness
and I stared at them,
afraid to ask for more.
Now, years later, someone tells me
Cancers who’ve never had mother love
are doomed and I, a Cancer,
feel blessed again. What luck
to have had a mother
who showed me her breasts
when girls my age were developing
their separated countries,
what luck
she didn’t doom me
with too much or too little.
Had I asked to touch,
perhaps to suck them,
what would she have done?
Mother, dead woman
who I think permits me
to love women easily,
this poem
is dedicated to where
we stopped, to the incompleteness
that was sufficient
and to how you buttoned up,
began doing the routine things
around the house."
Stephen Dunn
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'The Routine Things Around the House'
"When Mother died
I thought: now I’ll have a death poem.
That was unforgivable
yet I’ve since forgiven myself
as sons are able to do
who’ve been loved by their mothers.
I stared into the coffin
knowing how long she’d live,
how many lifetimes there are
in the sweet revisions of memory.
It’s hard to know exactly
how we ease ourselves back from sadness,
but I remembered when I was twelve,
1951, before the world
unbuttoned its blouse.
I had asked my mother (I was trembling)
if I could see her breasts
and she took me into her room
without embarrassment or coyness
and I stared at them,
afraid to ask for more.
Now, years later, someone tells me
Cancers who’ve never had mother love
are doomed and I, a Cancer,
feel blessed again. What luck
to have had a mother
who showed me her breasts
when girls my age were developing
their separated countries,
what luck
she didn’t doom me
with too much or too little.
Had I asked to touch,
perhaps to suck them,
what would she have done?
Mother, dead woman
who I think permits me
to love women easily,
this poem
is dedicated to where
we stopped, to the incompleteness
that was sufficient
and to how you buttoned up,
began doing the routine things
around the house."
Stephen Dunn