Mother

October 17, 2008
By Janelle Martlock, Gorham, NH

Mother hear me.
Friction, like road rash.
Painful, yet subtle.
Scars, permanent like ink.
Yelling and screaming.
Like nails on a chalkboard.
Mother hear me.
Fights forgotten.
Put all aside.
A new start.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my relationship with my mother. We didn't get along for a long time and recently we have put aside our differences.

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