My Mother


from the ABC set Poems

I roll the words around my mouth
And wonder what they mean
For others I feel sure
It is not the same as me.
I worry that I too
Could fail as miserably.
For what have I to measure
Against, but failure.
I wish that it was different,
But I know that it is not
And wishes are no protection
From the harsh realities of fate.

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Comments

insertponceyfre... | June 8, 2010 - 16:14

Netty I think this is a really good poem. The first two lines are so sad

Netty Allen | June 8, 2010 - 16:34

Thank you. Having children of my own now gives me perspective, and helps me understand a little better; but still it's question that haunts me. Netty.

Cavalcaderl | June 8, 2010 - 19:36

new Netty Allen
well done,with the cherry!
yes,sad,must been difficult.
but help having children to.
good poem.
julie

alice sunderland | June 9, 2010 - 11:48

love the poem netty. i learnt all i know bout parenting from my dad. did the opposite of whatever he did.

Netty Allen | June 9, 2010 - 12:05

Thanks Alice and Julie. I'm glad you like it. It was very therapeutic putting it on paper.

I promised myself I would do the absolute opposite of my Mum, it seemed the right thing. But sometimes I think in trying so hard not to repeat the same mistakes, I might just be making them all over again....

alice sunderland | June 10, 2010 - 10:56

dont worry too much netty. i reckon parenting is a job you cant get right all the time. luck as much as judgement!

ps. netty means something quite different to us geordies! xx

Netty Allen | June 10, 2010 - 11:17

yes someone did tell me that once before.
Thanks for not sharing it with the others! ;-)

Ros Glancey | June 10, 2010 - 18:12

You are not alone - but we don't all put it so elegantly.

JoseHdz | September 6, 2010 - 07:07

Eloquent. Powerful.

Great job.

:)