April 9, 2013
She can harness the world on her shoulders
and she can carry our hearts on her sleeve.
Of our fragile lives she is the holder
and there is no one to grant her reprieve.

For a life is a daunting possession
Whether it’s yours or another’s you keep
Of weakness, she’ll make no confession
She will save teary eyes for her sleep

There are days when the future looks dismal
There are days it appears blindingly bright
But the love that she bears is abysmal
and for the brighter future, she’ll fight.

Many sacrifices for another
That is the life of a loving mother.

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TheEpic95 said...
Apr. 14, 2013 at 1:28 pm
This is a very good, very good poem, but I wouldnt say it really has consistent iambic pentameter. An iamb is two syllables, yes, but it is really an unempasized syllable followed by an enphasized one. This is a wonderful poem, and I wouldnt have even mentioned that it did not follow the typical meter of a sonnet had you not mentioned meter yourself. I think it is fine that a person breaks meter typically, since meter is just a tool anyhow.
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